Another Runaway Bride by Bryan Fletcher

Author:Bryan Fletcher [Fletcher, Bryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781524692582
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Published: 2017-05-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 27, PART 4

And she sparks an “I own you” smile; that look, and wants to try on more of his clothing one after another, which means naked again, and often over the entire day.

As if she knows quite well how to slowly do this, for maximum effect, to show all the right angles.

And she shows one curve after another, shows true human kryptonite as if a pulp fiction novel, yes, that fiction style, such as those “published from 1896 to the 1950s,” with a compelling appeal, real gravitas, sexuality, as it is just a matter of time.

Of which David looks about for an exit then seriously considers leaping into the ocean and swimming away—okay, maybe doggy style, and with no significant amount of dignity.

Instead he quickly exits below, to prepare something, yes, “corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes,” which she seems unsure of.

***

And mid completion she loudly calls out a request for “spaghetti, as well as garlic bread” as if at a restaurant, which causes him to mumble things unfit for print, and for a considerable amount of time.

“Did you say something?”

“Ah.

“No,” then he fully realizes she has his number and mumbles, “Yes.”

“What?”

“Nothing.

“Spaghetti is fine.”

Then he whispers, in a sidebar monologue, “She’s got me, really got me,” seems trapped and considers that long swim in open waters, and that struggle, beyond the vast ocean horizon.

“And if the dog could do it, I could.

“Yes.”

“Did you say something?”

“Ah.

“No!”

Then he mumbles, “I could,” and something happens, something.

Resolve arrives, true grit, and the eyes narrow.

“I could swim that adventure, a call to action, to destiny in the Big Show, monomyth cycle, the great threshold adventure, a high concept.

“Yes.”

“Did you say something?”

“What?

“No.”

Then David turns to the dog, “What have you done?”

“She’s freaking rich, super rich.

“And, she wants her nails done, a full nail service.

“Yes.

“And said as if she’s at an exclusive salon in Paris, Milan, or better yet Neuilly sur Seine, or Saint Cloud.

“Or, maybe at one of her other vacation stops, such as Strasbourg, Budapest, Prague or Vienna.”

“Did you say something?”

“I hear something.”

“Ah!

“It’s the radio.”

“Oh!”

So David lowers his voice then continues, “And what about her parents, yes, their daughter.

“Things could get worse, much worse.

“Well, as compared to open waters, and far beyond my skillset?

“However, I could swim that adventure; that call to action, and true destiny.

“Yes!” and eyes widen.

***

Regardless, and in the meantime, he makes snacks for her, hors d’oeuvres, one small delight after another, such as on small crisp bread with a savory topping, yes, some cold and others hot.

In the meantime on deck she sings, which completely catches him off guard, and for a number of reasons.

First, she has a heavenly voice, ethereal, and quite soothing.

Secondly, it carries an exceptional storyline, a compelling yet ever so peaceful wave.

However, the lyrics elude him, as he drifts with that song.

So much so he only remembers, “cuz I’ve never been in love,” and the rest of the song he floats elsewhere.

***

Eventually she tries one hors d’oeuvre course after another, and seriously considers each, yet says nothing, and continues to eat, and, well, eat a considerable amount.

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