The Randomness of Life Chapter 21~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A City Remembered ~Vernon Scannell

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Of soot more myriad than gnats, a cloud

I remember that night on the beach in Long Island, we were so young when we explored each other, as precocious teens often do.

She was willing and I even more so.

Napoleon sighed as he remembered the first time he made love to a girl...what was her name?
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I see the trams, like galleons at night,

I see the faces of them all, hundreds of beautiful women that I caressed, and been caressed by them.

Drifting like enchanting phantoms through my memories... filling a gap left by Clara, or at least part of it.

There won’t be another like her in my life, but I’ll keep looking.

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Laborious smoke, stale beer and autumn gusts,

I can’t help myself when I see those pouting lips and swaying hips.

The ladies of UNCLE are wise to my ways, dating many, not just one.

Yet they still flutter to me like moths to a flame.

Hey, when you got it, you got it ...and I have it.

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And when it sputtered out, hung charred and sombre,

I’ve overdone things a bit, but learned my lesson; one date at a time... not every night of the week.

I was slapped three times yesterday because I mixed up some names, and the nights we were to rendezvous. *

Time to slow down...

(Phone rings)

“Mandy? Sure...how about in an hour?”

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For beauty is the shape of our desires.

“Sandy, mon petit chou.” I kissed her and she kissed me back with equal fervor, though seconds later I realized I called her by the wrong name.

“Aren’t you going to slap me for my faux pas?”

“Mmmm, only if you stop what you’re doing with your hands Napoleon dear.”

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A desolate enchantment that I"ll love.

And slipping from her bed; the enchantment already fading away...

Yet I’ll dream of my next encounter with another woman; the touch, the scent.

I’ll never end these affairs. They tell me I’m alive, filling the hollow emptiness in my heart left by the only woman I ever really loved.

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* ref “The Name Game”

Comments

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

I love these drabbles, it always amazes me how you manage to get a story from each prompt.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

He hee, sometimes it amazed me too! LOL thanks and glad you liked it. And actually they're half-drabbles, only 50 words....and I thought 100 word drabbles were tough!

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

So sad to have a empty feeling that can't be filled.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

He manges to tough through it though. Thanks!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Our Napoleon, he's sort of like macaroni and cheese. You just can't get enough until it's too late and regret kicks in. Or something like that ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting analogy, given how much food has probably been consumed for the holiday. Hmm... but who's having the regrets, the gentleman or the ladies? Thanks for reading and commenting.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

A hint of melancholy for Napoleon...
Mandy/Sandy is a clever (and lucky) girl...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Mmm yes he got lucky (and so did she) that she didn't care what name he whispered. Hee hee. Thanks!