NO FOOL AT ALL ~ By Carrie Clevenger

Here's your fool story, fresh off the press, 

cute and clever, and no fool at all.  ~ Carrie

NO FOOL AT ALL

By ~ Carrie Clevenger

“I always wanted to wear stockings,” she told me one night after a bout of heavy petting in my Plymouth. Well, it wasn’t my Plymouth, but my dad’s. Used to be. Was. Everything was topsy-turvy in this world now. Where dads just went off, fought wars in countries we never even knew about before all of this.

 

    “Why don’t you then?” I asked before I kissed her again. She giggled and lit a cigarette. I rolled mine on the spot; she kept hers in a classy metal case. Said she stole it from her aunt one time.

 

    “Are you kidding?” Smoke whisped from her red lips like a spirit. “Silk stockings? That’s luxury neither you, or I, or both of us put together can afford. Still,” she said, and her eyes got a little misty, “I want to be a dame the boys talk about.”

 

    “I talk about you,” I said and she laughed again. “You’re cute Pete, but you’re not like other boys.”

 

 Judith dreamed of being something bigger and better, and cavorting with a grocery boy wasn’t going to get her nowhere.

 

    “I want to have kids Pete,” she said, “You aren’t the fathering type.”

 

    “What’s the fathering type then? I could wear a suit and tie, carry a briefcase and look important.”

 

    “I’d serve you martinis when you got home.”

 

    “I’m a scotch type,” I said and she shook her black-wing curls at me.

 

    “See? You and me? We ain’t meant to be.”

 

    “You’re here though.”

 

    I watched her smoke in silence, thinking that phrase over and over in my head. She was here. Here with Pete the Amazing Bagboy. Not Andrew the pilot, or Barney the racecar driver. She was stuck with me, and all because she was poor.

 

    “I can get you some of those stockings,” I said, real smooth like. Her face lit up like a full moon.

 

    “You can?”

 

    I nodded. Then I rolled myself a cigarette and lit it with a match while pulling the Plymouth’s big ashtray out of the dash. Frankie rolled over our ears like clouds slipping over the stars. Judith lay her head on my shoulder and for a few minutes, she was mine. 

(c) 2010 ~ Author Carrie Clevenger

premiering April Fool's  AT THE BIJOU

CARRIE? SHE'S NO FOOL EITHER! She kills folks off at the pace and prowess of her hauntingly beautiful eerie tales all around Web'town . . . but she sure slings 'em sweet here, AT THE BIJOU. (She knows Kate's a happy-endings kinda person). She's talent, she's tough, she's the kinda gal who'll give you the Mexican Martini recipe right off her refrigerator magnet. *clink* She's a regular around this theatre showcase, has been known to cavort with our Phantom rather than our popcorn popper and we're right proud of her well-deserved zooooming successes:

MORE CARRIE? Yeah, like you could really get enough -- Check her out at her site ~ MINDSPEAK ... Or ~ Extra - Extra - Read all about her with the Authors we found lingering in the theatre -- it's all there in the following ~ AT THE BIJOU "1st Thursday Alert"

Thanks Carrie

for fooling around

AT THE BIJOU!

~ Absolutely*Kate

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