50's romance

just a little tale i wove, in search of a fantasy last week...

a radio crackles in the distance.
the heat in the air is so thick and full it feels like walking through molasses.
a fan whirs with a rhythmic click giving away an imperfection on one of its blades.
it gently disturbs the air around it--enough to lift a single sheet of paper, maybe.
as i scrub the counter top, i push some loose hairpins back into place with a sigh.
the bell on the door tinkles, and my reaction is delayed--the room is filled with molasses.
before i have looked all the way up, i begin to say, "we're closed."
but the words don't finish forming, and simply fall off my tongue somewhere in the middle.
you look as weary of this day as I feel--yet your shoulders are straight and your smile quick.
you apologize for not noticing the sign and politely request a glass of lemonade.
i return your smile and assure you it's no problem.
for a face like that, i would turn on all the ovens in this place.
you swallow the contents of the tall glass in one swift movement and let out a thirst-quenched sigh.
you look nervous for just a moment then clear your throat and ask if i have yet been asked to the prom.
i blush, then shake my head.
"do you mean next year's prom?"
it is july.
you smile broadly and nod.
i laugh out loud and you slowly sip on the new glass of lemonade i have poured.
i am fanning myself with a menu as we talk about the weather, the war, the germans.
you turn up the radio and offer me your hand.
we start out with a box step, as you exaggerate the moves to insinuate an ignorance on your part.
i can't stop smiling, and you soon forget your game and are guiding me around the tables and chairs with grace.
our cheeks are flushed, our eyes sparkling as we slide into a booth at this deserted diner.
your hand finds mine.

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yes, yes.
there could be more.
if you're new here, the story is this:
i don't edit or plan--i just sit down and stuff comes out.
i don't force it, it evolves.
this one didn't go in the direction of a sexual encounter--those two??
never.
not until marriage, poor bastards.
they're too sweet, too pure--it's the 40's after all.
so, it lost the battle to become a fantasy friday post, and i have family in town so i have no time to write.
deal with it.

hope you're all having great fun without me...
i will take some time and catch up on all your delicious and nutritious blogs as soon as my house is empty....
stay tuned for some hot stuff tomorrow.
i will not forget you!! ;)