Red tongues and red vines.
A cool breeze sung between
the branches of leafless trees and the smell of buttered popcorn drifted as it
pleased on the current of air. Young couples stood side by side; the boys
tended to have a look of want as they studied the back of their date’s head as
she studied the ground in an effort to avoid awkward eye contact. The woman
with lines on her forehead and a mustard stain on her overwhelmingly bright
orange t-shirt asked us what movie we would like to see and how many of us
there were so she could charge us just the right amount and then some.
We walked away from the
ticket booth holding little ripped treasures of printed paper that would direct
us to our feature presentation.
I tucked a loose strand of
hair behind my ear as I sat down in the cushioned seat. The theater hummed
quietly as the air conditioner attempted to cool our bodies. The lights
silently kissed the room good bye as their warm glow was draped over with
velvety darkness.
(To be continued...)
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