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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Three Word Wednesday - June 6, 2007

"One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch"


Three Word Wednesday - June 6, 2007

Sir Bone of Bama has Three Word Wednesdays at his blog. The project is that he picks three words, then people write a bit utilizing those three words. The three words this week were endless, ought, and shadow. Below you will find my attempt.

"How lucky am I?"

That was the thought racing through Josh's mind. Two hours ago Katy was the beauty sitting at the opposite end of the bar, chatting away with her gaggle friends. Now she was sitting across from him. Talking. Smiling. All he could to was be in complete and utter awe of her. That and hope this night was endless.

It all came to be because Josh had lost his biggest client that day. He had given up the stability of the firm in order to strike out on his own. The first few months seemed to breeze by smoothly. Now that there was no lingering shadow of his former boss, he felt he could really and truly focus for the first time ever. He had been doing well. Then, as businesses do, his biggest client shifted into a new direction leaving him in a wake of despair. Now, with Katy, none of that mattered. It was a warm, Friday night. Those were Monday's woes. No sense in borrowing trouble now that night had fallen.

The original plan was just to head out with the fellas, shoot the shit, drink beer, passively pine for the lovely ladies of this town, and subsequently shirk his troubles. All that went out the window once "she" walked through the door.

Katy walked across the barroom floor, somewhere in the neighborhood of a saunter. She seemed to just float. Josh eyed her. Not really full of lust, more of a longing to reach out to her. Big D noticed, snapped his fingers, and said "wake up, B. No way you'd hit that."

"Not really what I'm thinking 'bout," and Josh meant it.

"So what the hell you thinkin'?"

"I'm thinkin' I need to go see about a girl."

"Sheeeit. You been watchin' that damn Borne-Identity-dude movie too much. The one wit' Mork from Ork."

"Well man, you can debate the high cinema. I'm going in."

"Good luck. You'll need it wit' dat broad."

Josh's steps were a lot less sure than Katy's. His nervousness was making it's way throughout his body, transforming his legs into mush. Arriving at the group of women, the nervousness had attacked his tongue. The words were stifled back somewhere in the vicinity of his colon. Katy noticed this, and spoke first, "see, usually, you talk at this moment. In case you're wondering, that's what you ought to be doing." There wasn't an ounce of venom in her words. She even laughed lightly, and patted him on the arm.

"Hi... Josh I am... I mean... Josh is my name... I'm Josh..."

"That's great, though I'm not completely clear on what your name is." Another polite laugh, followed by a grab of his arm.

"Heh, well it's Josh. Not sure if you caught that the first bazillion times."

"Nice to meet you Josh. I'm Katy." With this established, her friends slowly made themselves scarce. They knew that look in her eyes all too well.

Until next time:
"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter." - James Earl Jones