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Tales from the Ick!: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga |
Posted by
ickgirl on Tuesday, April 23, 2002 - 09:13 AM PST
I feel clammy and warm in my long black coat. It's October 31, 1999, sometime near noon. I'm walking along the waterfront, trying to remember exactly where I can catch a ferry to Vashon Island. What if he wants me to go to his house? I have got to get the ferry back at five o'clock. I wore my watch today, five o'clock. What if I WANT to go to his house? There are children all over the place dressed like Barney or one of the Teletubbies. Since when do kids go trick-or-treating this early in the afternoon? I look down at the giant pomegranate I've been carrying all this way. At least this will give me something to talk about. Pomegranates and kids in fuzzy suits.
It dawns on me that I haven't told anyone where I'm going. Not a soul knows, except perhaps Rae but she lives clear across the country. Besides, she's Devin's friend, really. I'm sure he won't be telling her about chopping me to bits. Unless she's in on the elaborate plot! I'm keenly aware that kids are wondering what I'm "supposed to be" for Halloween; which makes me grin as I clomp my way up a flight of stairs to what I think is the ferry terminal. Back down the stairs I clomp, rushing now, quarter in hand. I've got to call him and let him know I'm catching the boat now. In 3 minutes. Hurry. Hurry.
Boy voice: "Ok, I'll come get you."
I hang up the phone, pay my fare and board the rickety little boat. I wonder if I get seasick on these types of boats too? In the teeny bathroom I add a touch of makeup to my unmade face, mess up my recently chopped hair. Ten more minutes and I'll be there. What would the people close to me think about think about this? Of course I won't tell anyone, I don't need the lectures. I'm a broken bird without a home, does it even really matter what today brings? At least it's something.
I spot him as soon as we get close to shore. Standing all alone, maybe he's smoking. In a long black coat, hair slightly damp, waiting for...something. I wonder if he's nervous. I wonder if he thinks I'll do the chopping and he'll be the bits. Walking up the ramp, fearing I'll trip or stub my toe or something equally graceful, I wonder where to place my eyes. Do I stare at my destination or at the water? or the mountains? or pretend to look for something in my bag? Chapstick is always the answer in these uncertain moments. I slowly apply some raspberry goodness to my lips. Pomegranate concealed in my coat, I approach The Stranger. He smiles. I smile. With nothing to say, I shove the pomegranate his way.
Awww!
It's amazing. The social grace one can achieve with fruit. All formality out the window now, he giggles and we jump into his little car. Hmm, he seems like such a normal person. I suppose all boys who chop girls into bits seem "normal."
(To be continued...)
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Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga | Login/Create an account | 12 Comments |
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Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga
by Comedian (comedian@callatg.com)
on Apr 23, 2002 - 03:53 PM
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Just curious, what did motivate you to bring the pomegranate, of all odd fruits?
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Re: Part II - Family History - The Devin + ickgirl Saga
by necromancer (raina_dillon@hotmail.com)
on Apr 24, 2002 - 09:09 PM
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*laughing* I love the pomegranate. What a first impression that would make. Unforgettable I bet.
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Neat!
by Dolorosa on Apr 30, 2002 - 09:27 AM
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Ah, potential homicidal paranoia is so adorable!! Personally, if I was really that scared, I would have thrown the pomegranate at his head then went for the eyes...of course, this IS Devin we're talking about...he'd probably throw a lightning bolt or drop a house on me for that...still, funny how the best and greatest people you meet are always met under less than usual circumstances, and one is generally not totally ready for it.
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- Re: Neat! by ickgirl on Apr 30, 2002 - 10:40 AM
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