Become a Fan
By Sara J Cunningham
Thursday, January 16, 2003
rings around the moon used to mean something scary to me... but now... its just really pretty
i lay in his bed in his room. more of a mattress on the floor than a bed. my right hand draped over the edge of the mattress, my fingers tracing small circles on the floor. the back of my left hand resting on my forehead, my feet up on the dresser that the mattress was crammed against.
i sink down deeper into the blankets, curling up under the ratty orange afghan. a hole stretches across my legs giving a glimpse of the pale blue pajama pants that i am wearing. i bury myself deeper in his smell. the warmth of him next to me has started to fade.
i kick the afghan off of me, dreading the loss of his smell. i roll myself off of the mattress and stand up. i adjust my drawstring on my pants, fix my shirt and stretch. a full cat stretch that spreads from my fingertips to my toes. then i begin to drift around the room, picking things up; studying pictures and the odds and ends he kept on his dresser and desk.
he wanders in from the bathroom. bringing with him with him the smell of shampoo in the steam. he is wearing a pair of boxers, and his body is still mostly wet. his hair drips water onto his face and shoulders leaving little rivers down his chest. he is beautiful.
he hugs me, his dampness making me wet as well.
"oh," i say, surprising him. he pulls away from me, hands resting on my shoulders. "the newspaper thing... with your brother." i say, using my hands to fill in the words that don't come to mind, but still need to be said.
i walk over to the door, take the knob in my hand, "it’s in my car." he looks at the way i am dressed.
"you're going out like that?" i smile at him. the quirky grin that got me into his life, his heart, his bed; and respond: "think its cold?"
i fling the door open, welcoming the mid-january wind into his cramped house. i step out into the world and close the door tightly behind me. at my car i open the door
and pull the newspaper clipping out.
it’s bright out. the thick layer of snow is making the world seemingly lit up from beneath me. the glitter of the snow makes the view of the dirty highway spectacular. i glance up at the sky, and though the cold has begun to get to me, poking at my arms like pins, i stand where i am. frozen, but not frozen. A bright white ring surrounds the moon. i stand there staring into the amazing sight in the sky. the beauty of it all, the snow, the moon, the pale stars twinkling just beyond my nearsighted vision mesmerizes.
he comes up behind me, and wraps his arms around me. i turn to him, pushing the newspaper clipping in his face.
"see?!" i asked, "your brother." he pushes my hand out of his face, kisses me.
"i love you," he whispers, then buries his face in my neck. "let’s get you back inside before you freeze," he says taking my hand and leading me back to the house.
i take one last look at the chill sight around me before surrendering myself to his warmth, and smell.
last night there was a ring around the moon and it reminded me of this story i wrote a long time ago. so i came home and revised it... i dont know why, but i really like it... hope you do too.
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|Reviewed by Jeremy
|wow... I love this story. Of all the things you've written I like this one the most, it's gorgeous with details.|