She without
a short story by Jakob Szymanski
A reapplication of lipstick returns her vanity that drives her next move. She puts down her gin and tonic to give herself room to brows her most resent atmosphere. With an ease comparable to the consumption of her previous two drinks she turns her head to begin the inquiry of past and future affairs that ceremonially pursue her gin and tonics. Just like her drink she gives form to the refined sophistication of the citrus and juniper berries but with the equal attitude of the bitter tonic. This combination of the sweet and sour gives her men a desireless love in the form of pure sexuality and release of their natural animal expression. Her demeanor, attitude, and addiction are comparable to the mentality of her men but with an extended desire to receive and to give nothing. “Love in a different form” she tells herself.
The sheer redness of her hair resounds against the dim burlesque atmosphere giving its way to the attention of surrounding walking, breathing décor. Through this advantage to arouse curiosity she ignites her own self love giving little room for another. Suspended from her ears presents a set of earrings that give just enough length and shine as not to disturb the accent of her hair. Her advanced but dangerous taste in accessories provides her with the sense of intellect, class, and femininity with power. The draping of her sable satin dress forms the modest but enticingly erotic formation of her breasts and continues down to reach just above her knees. Pressed neatly against her dress, her pale but toned skin offers the balance between the cavernous color of the dress and brilliance of her hair. Her platform shoes give her an extended addition to her height but with just enough as to not intrude on her taste for the taller more profound men. She gives this small profile to replace what she feels she lacks. The simplicity of men in their eager attitude to give her what only she wants.
The dimness of the lights, the subtle color of the low set lounge chairs, and fusion of a diverse combination of cocktail dresses combined with the blandness of the suit allows for the week competition amid her originality. Her attendance of one similar environment amongst many of the same. An institution under the surface that provides the temporary elimination of an explanation. A replacement of reality but a substitution of justification. A sexy standard to which she has evolved. This is she.
An untailored tick tack of her shoes hitting the floor make for a reminder of an existence among the personalities. For moments a disappearing act is performed on the ill inspiring suits, the buoyant flow of cocktail dresses and all the characters inside them. None other than a drone is heard through the slow pulsation of music and the blend of the off beat conversation. Just enough sound to remind her of were she is but also who she is not. She allows herself to do this at times. To release herself from the custom to which she has been accustomed and verify what has already been verified. This is she but she without love.
a short story by Jakob Szymanski
A reapplication of lipstick returns her vanity that drives her next move. She puts down her gin and tonic to give herself room to brows her most resent atmosphere. With an ease comparable to the consumption of her previous two drinks she turns her head to begin the inquiry of past and future affairs that ceremonially pursue her gin and tonics. Just like her drink she gives form to the refined sophistication of the citrus and juniper berries but with the equal attitude of the bitter tonic. This combination of the sweet and sour gives her men a desireless love in the form of pure sexuality and release of their natural animal expression. Her demeanor, attitude, and addiction are comparable to the mentality of her men but with an extended desire to receive and to give nothing. “Love in a different form” she tells herself.
The sheer redness of her hair resounds against the dim burlesque atmosphere giving its way to the attention of surrounding walking, breathing décor. Through this advantage to arouse curiosity she ignites her own self love giving little room for another. Suspended from her ears presents a set of earrings that give just enough length and shine as not to disturb the accent of her hair. Her advanced but dangerous taste in accessories provides her with the sense of intellect, class, and femininity with power. The draping of her sable satin dress forms the modest but enticingly erotic formation of her breasts and continues down to reach just above her knees. Pressed neatly against her dress, her pale but toned skin offers the balance between the cavernous color of the dress and brilliance of her hair. Her platform shoes give her an extended addition to her height but with just enough as to not intrude on her taste for the taller more profound men. She gives this small profile to replace what she feels she lacks. The simplicity of men in their eager attitude to give her what only she wants.
The dimness of the lights, the subtle color of the low set lounge chairs, and fusion of a diverse combination of cocktail dresses combined with the blandness of the suit allows for the week competition amid her originality. Her attendance of one similar environment amongst many of the same. An institution under the surface that provides the temporary elimination of an explanation. A replacement of reality but a substitution of justification. A sexy standard to which she has evolved. This is she.
An untailored tick tack of her shoes hitting the floor make for a reminder of an existence among the personalities. For moments a disappearing act is performed on the ill inspiring suits, the buoyant flow of cocktail dresses and all the characters inside them. None other than a drone is heard through the slow pulsation of music and the blend of the off beat conversation. Just enough sound to remind her of were she is but also who she is not. She allows herself to do this at times. To release herself from the custom to which she has been accustomed and verify what has already been verified. This is she but she without love.
1 comment:
Jake,
you have an amazing way of making the unnoticeable, become intriguing. Your story brings some understanding of your experiences in Madrid. It is not spelled out so clearly as a simple narrative of an experience. Rather, the depth, the intrigue and the passion of how hard you are watching and noticing is better said in a story like this. Good job!
Da
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