Short story: Strawberry Lips


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She's a soda-fountain girl with plump strawberry lips and cherry cheeks and the kind of smile that makes your stomach go fizz.

Her skirts are wholesome and her socks fold down and the ankle and her hair swishes behind her, and when she looks at me I feel like I've just eaten a banana split with the lot and I'm licking at the cold spoon wishing it could just last forever.

She's the prettiest girl in the village and yesterday I picked up one of her bobbypins from the counter where she dropped it and I tried to call out to her to come back but it just came out like gibberish, and that's when she looked back and smiled at me and I looked down at my empty glass plate and the cold spoon and worked out if I could get her to look at me I wouldn't need to eat another banana split ever again.

If I could I would buy the old Smithson lot and knock down the house and build her a palace made of marble and gold and glass with a garden and some folks to do the chores and she and I could sit on the porch all day and love each other.

So tomorrow I'm coming back into town to try and get me a job. Maybe with Mr Greyson in the chemist, sorting out ointment and dispensing pills and handing out jellybeans. Maybe in the hardware store with Mr Frost, selling nails and paint and shooting the breeze with all the men who know how to build things. Maybe even in the drugstore, with Miss Betty-Lou, so every time she comes in for a flavoured Coke I can be the one to serve her and ask her how she is. Then I can find out her name.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: strawberry, village, gibberish, ointment, and marble.

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Maybe in the hardware store

Maybe in the hardware store with Mr Frost, selling nails and paint and shooting the breeze with all the men who know how to build things. Maybe even in the drugstore, with Miss Betty-Lou, so every time she comes in for a flavoured Coke I can be the one to serve her and ask her how she is. Then I can find out her name. izle