Forces of attraction.
into a familiar web of desire
an intricate maze I may never escape
relocation, my lone saving grace.
“I don’t care about impressing girls,” he said.
Their brows rose, unanimously.
Sherry joined the circle. She had a mole on her cheek. It was perfect. She was perfect.
He changed the topic of conversation. “So, anyone see my touchdown last night?”
Everyone nodded. He re-enacted it anyway.
You don’t mosh at certain concerts. Like The Head and the Heart. They have some upbeat songs, but nothing crazy or loud enough to whirl around, elbows flying, like a kamikaze orangutan. It’s even hard to get more than a solid head nod or shoulder sway going. You can dance to any music if there’s a beat, but some genres are easier than others. Chill indie folk music like The Head and the Heart is not an easy one. Even so, those two girls in front of me danced brazen.
*I’ve taken it upon myself to extend the ending to the movie, The Edge of Tomorrow. It contains spoilers. This is a link to a song from the soundtrack that may enhance your reading experience.
With every step the soldiers snapped to attention and saluted him. He walked by them in his officer’s uniform, adjusting the cuff links. He had passed them hundreds of times as a private. Now he passed them as Major Cage. The title hardly mattered.
He walked alongside the combat simulator. She was poised in the middle of the simulator arena, balancing on her arms above the floor, legs like a plank. She wore a sports bra covered by a half inch, bullet proof vest and military cargo pants. Both black.
I need more than just my words to talk to you.
I need love.
I’ll never say a word,
and I’ll waste my future regretting it.