Meet Me At Sam's

For the "Picture This" writing group.

I can remember the upholstery in your car, black leather scorching from the summer sun, the backs of my legs feel a sunburn sting before the breeze cooled off the interior.  Your arm reached out to me as I slid closer. Your cologne teasing my senses, the warmth of your arm around my shoulders, making me feel passionately alive. Safe. I can still feel the wind in my hair - top down, we sang along to Aerosmith and Zeppelin coming from your 8 track under the dash.  We cruised the nights like we had our whole lives in front of us and didn't quite know where to take them.  The knot of regret when thinking the night would end, hating that time went speeding by faster than those miles in your convertible.  I'll never forget the way your lips felt, lingering, barely touching mine before you put your hand on my cheek and softly kissed me goodnight, thinking it would be a lifetime before I would see you again.

Then you whispered -

“Sneak out and meet me at Sam’s.”

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This is an exquisite memory. You start by giving us a memory without a distance in time in the first two sentences (This is where I have my only suggestion, which is a comma between "down" and "before"). Then in sentence three, you orient us my showing (the 8 track music). Then you show us the folly of youth who worry about the night ending before taking us to the implied sexy ending. I find this simply ... fabulous.

[Doreen]

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I'm glad you liked it. :) I struggled with that same comma. When it's gone, I feel it should be added; when it's there, it doesn't feel right.

[Emunah June.]

A short piece of writing that breathes both life, love, and passion into this young writer. I must say, I'm very impressed :)

[Doreen]

Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. Much appreciated. :)