Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 00:40:49 +0200
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Alone Together

      This is an intro for a long story I'm considering to write. I'd like
to know what you think of it so far, I know its very short and hard to
gauge where I'm going but I have a plot laid out in my head, just need to
know if its worth it.

Email me at DatsMyEmail2@gmail.com

Alone Together

Part 1

      The rain played against the dusty window of the dimly lit ballroom.
The thunder could still be heard over the loud band that played on the
stage in front of all the dancers and lovers, but no one seemed to mind. It
was hard for him to see through the double pained glass with the streaks of
water running down in a constantly changing direction, distorting the light
and creating eerie shapes.  But he could still make her out, center floor,
dancing in a pure white skirt that contrasted with her lack of innocence.
Twirling around with her light brown hair chasing after her head as it
moved this way and that.  The rain continued to pour and soak through his
thin clothes to make his body shiver.  His hair was matted down against his
soaked head and rain drops ran down his already tear stained cheeks.
Lightning cracked and the boy was illuminated, something that caught her
eye from inside.  The flash was short and the dirty window made it hard to
be sure, so she continued to glance over her shoulder as she twirled around
on the dance floor, hand in hand with another.  Lightning flashed again and
she stared out the window to see empty space.  The boy was gone, walking
down the long road back to his home to be greeted by no one.  His boots
were soaked and with each step he pushed the water around in the soles of
his feet, causing a flood to rush over the tops of his shoes and settle on
the muddy road.  The door creaked open and in stepped the boy who
immediately shed his layers and headed for his corner of the house and
slumped down after closing his bedroom door on his small bed.  His hair
soaked his pillow and he fell asleep to the sounds of the thunder outside
his window, dreaming of her spinning around and around late into the night.
She did not come home that night, nor the early morning, but instead came
home late in the afternoon in the same white skirt, though far more dirty,
to gather her things for this evenings events.  He remained in his room the
whole time she was there, not making a sound until her was sure she had
left again, leaving him, once again, alone in his family's home.  The back
door swung open as he stepped outside onto the damp lawn and sat on his
fence post staring out into the open field.  He held his chin in his hands
as his gaze fell to his own feet, dirty from the ground he walked on.
      "I saw her last night," he said as his friend approached him and took
his time to hoist himself upon the same fence that he was situated, his
gaze still plastered to his feet and wiggling toes.
      The other boy shifted uncomfortably on the wooden fence, trying to
maintain his balance.  He looked up at John, "Where?"
      He lifted his head and squinted his eyes against the strong sun that
shone brightly in front of them, making its slow descent to come crashing
into the horizon of the world.  He spat in the dirt and watched as it
slowly percolated into the moist earth beneath him. His head fell again as
he made no intention of replying.
      Daniel tried again, "Where?"
      "Ballroom."
      Silence
      "Shit," Daniel said, letting his head fall to stare at his own feet.
      "Don't cuss."
      "I don't know what to say, John..."
      "Lets just set."
      They sat far a while, exchanging no words or glances. Just sitting.
Their shadows stretched along the soft dirt until they were twice as long
as their owners, and then there was nothing and moon took the place of the
sun.  The boys hopped off the fence and John started walking along the
fence line until his property ended and then he continued a few paces
before looking back at his friend standing in the same place he'd left him.
      "C'mon."  Daniel ran the fifty feet to catch up with his older friend
and they walked together down the same road as last night toward the
ballroom.  The weather held up this night and the boys sat on the bench
opposite the ball room, trying to remain as hidden as possible from the
adults that passed before them, coming and going.  They saw her walking
down the road with her arm locked around the other man, heading for the
entrance of the dance hall.  A few words were exchanged between the couple
as they continued to walk forward.
      "I'm ready to leave," John Abrams got up off the bench and walked
back the way he had to his home, with Daniel close behind.  She was wearing
a green dress trying to show off her youth and beauty and hide her past,
and she succeeded in all aspects, but for others it took more then a week
to move on.
      "He called her Ms. Cole," John said.
      "Yeah, I heard."
      "Not Ms. Abrams."
      "Yeah."
      The two walked down the road for the four miles back to his house,
making eye contact with no one that passed them.  The walk was long, but
the silence was longer.  They entered the empty house and John Abrams
crossed to the kitchen and opened the pantry.  Pulling out a box of pasta
and setting the stove on high to boil some water, he sat down at the table
to wait for his meal to prepare.  The younger sat right next to him,
watching the steam accumulate above the pan and dissipate into the air
around him.  The meal was ready a few minutes later and the two ate their
pasta with some sauce from the pantry.  Seemed like all up keep of the
house stopped after his father died earlier that month.  His mother's
absence only added to the lack of life the house possessed.  The meal was
finished quickly and the plates stayed in their place around the small
kitchen table as he got up and headed toward his bedroom.
      "You're welcome to stay."
      "Thanks."
      Daniel followed him into his room and shed his clothes till he wore
his briefs and slid into the bed next to his friend and passed out to the
sound of John's breathing.  John dreamed of the old times and his father
and the land they owned and the work they had. The hunting trips they took
and the lessons he learned.  Life was good.  Life was peaceful.  He awoke
alone in the empty house with the sun pouring through his open window.  He
threw the covers off of him and stepped onto the floor, rubbing the heel of
his hands against his eyes before standing up and walking into the kitchen
to find Daniel not yet dressed and waiting for him at the table, still
covered with the dirty dishes from last night.