The hot September air smothered her skin, oozing across the tanned appendages like molasses. The warm haze of drunkedness dulled her vision, intensifying the heat, fraying the clear image of the man that stood before her. She stood on tiptoes, raising her gaze to meet his gray eyes. Wind blew through her hair, brushing tendrils across her neck. A shiver radiated down her spine. Seconds passed, moments meandering as though they had no significance, when she was waiting for him to press his lips to hers with feverish anxiety.
He blinked. He looked down to his right. He let out an apathetic sigh. She strode forward and gave him a one armed hug. Mumbling something to the effect of “Seeyalater,” she walked away, another moment unrealized.
“My life is incredibly anticlimactic,” Amanda breathed, sinking deeper into the beige duvet. “I am extraordinarily average. In fact,I’m so boring, it’s practically banal.”
“This argument is banal.” Katherine crossed the room, falling into a chair opposite the bed. “What’s wrong with being average?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I haven’t done anything. I haven’t made a difference. I want my life to matter, don’t you want your life to matter?”
“Eh.” Katherine gnawed on a piece of granola, smacking her lips over the coarse bits of peanut butter and almonds. Amanda glared, staring at Katherine’s shrugged shoulders, and her overall careless demeanor. She didn’t possibly understand the necessity of making an impact, of changing the world. No, perhaps not that grandiose, but Amanda wanted to do something, anything, remarkable. Sitting in a two bedroom condo contemplating which nail polish suited her skin tone was no way to achieve this mission. She turned her gaze to the television, thumbing through the channels without any enthusiasm. Her mind began to drift off, the drone of the six o’clock news filling her ears with a numbing cacophony.
Fireflies lit up the evening atmosphere; flashes of orange illuminated her quivering fingertips, hidden behind her back. The air was rich with honeysuckle, sticky sweet as it floated strands of brown locks onto her face. He reached a hand up and brushed away the pieces, grazing her skin with calloused palms.
He blinked. He looked down to his right. He let out an apathetic sigh. She strode forward and gave him a one armed hug. Mumbling something to the effect of “Seeyalater,” she walked away, another moment unrealized.
“My life is incredibly anticlimactic,” Amanda breathed, sinking deeper into the beige duvet. “I am extraordinarily average. In fact,I’m so boring, it’s practically banal.”
“This argument is banal.” Katherine crossed the room, falling into a chair opposite the bed. “What’s wrong with being average?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I haven’t done anything. I haven’t made a difference. I want my life to matter, don’t you want your life to matter?”
“Eh.” Katherine gnawed on a piece of granola, smacking her lips over the coarse bits of peanut butter and almonds. Amanda glared, staring at Katherine’s shrugged shoulders, and her overall careless demeanor. She didn’t possibly understand the necessity of making an impact, of changing the world. No, perhaps not that grandiose, but Amanda wanted to do something, anything, remarkable. Sitting in a two bedroom condo contemplating which nail polish suited her skin tone was no way to achieve this mission. She turned her gaze to the television, thumbing through the channels without any enthusiasm. Her mind began to drift off, the drone of the six o’clock news filling her ears with a numbing cacophony.
Fireflies lit up the evening atmosphere; flashes of orange illuminated her quivering fingertips, hidden behind her back. The air was rich with honeysuckle, sticky sweet as it floated strands of brown locks onto her face. He reached a hand up and brushed away the pieces, grazing her skin with calloused palms.
