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Love was just a glass away

Photo by Stefan Gugurel.

It was a crazy spring day, we were all ready to fall in love, just sitting there, in the front of the old cinema taking turns on riding Amanda’s bike. Our heads were so far up in the clouds that we didn’t care about anything, we were a weird bunch. Best friends, ex lovers, wannabe mistresses, goofy bohemian balls all trying to figure out what to do. We started talking about authors, drinks, hairstyles, future and past. We would fight on who should take the next bike ride and gasp on the more inferior people passing by.

I had my eye on T for some time now. She was George’s ex, but I could never think of her that way, she was no ones but hers. She was the clever one of the bunch, never fooled by anyone or anything. Some might say she was a witch with no broom, just freckles. From the four of us, only T shared my desire for a glass of mischief in a dark corner somewhere around a heavy wood table. On that note we ditched the rest with all the respect we had in our arses and walked to the local pub.

Even so, the only one with a glass of potion in front of him was me. We talked about traveling all over Europe with just a backpack, riding the train and sleeping in cheep rusty places, writing books, thinking of nothing but the moment, the now. Surprisingly the only thing that moved me was not the alcohol or our stories but her eyes, every time she would have her eyes on mine, I would get a kick in the chest.

But as the smoke from the other tables went away so did our night of some kind of a romance. That was my first date with Miss T.

internal combustion

November 7, 2009 2:47 am