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Topic: The Prom (08/02/04)

TITLE: Flight Of Fancy
By Corinne Smelker
08/05/04

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Our eyes meet in the middle of the crowded, noisy room. Groping blindly, I crawl until I retrieve them. He does the same, our hands clutching in mutual sympathy.

“Hi. I’m Fabio,” he says, making me catch my breath as it tries to steal away.

Love hangs in the air before dropping with a ‘thunk’ on the floor, leaving the atmosphere to be filled instead with the heavy, redolent scents of Mystique and Lynx; and the sweat of hundreds of teenage bodies gyrating to the beat.

My heart knocks against my chest, but I tell it to go away, all the while wallowing in the shallows of his ocean-gray eyes. My insides feel like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, all damp and squishy, like a day-old cookie at the bottom of a spoilt glass of milk that’s been left out in the sun too long.

“Let’s dance,” his voice is melodious, reminding me of a Daffy Duck cartoon. He takes my hand, and apologetically I ask for it back. We dance to the strains of ‘Saturday Night Fever’. It’s so strained, all the rhythm is leached from me and I dance no better than a one-legged woman with two left feet. Fabio doesn’t seem to mind, and I discover that I’m being swept off my feet, but Fabio drops the broom in the process.

“Oh darling,” I breathe in his ear, like a buzzing mosquito that disturbs the heavy sleeper after a long, hard day at work. He stares down at my own mud-brown eyes, and I melt in his arms, as had the chocolate that melted all over the passenger seat of my Yugo.

“Let’s get out of here,” he exclaims and together we leave the dance floor and move outside to the comparative quiet of the garden.

“Oh Fabio! I love you in the same way Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton don’t!” I tell him rapturously. He laughs, displaying teeth as white as piano ivories that have been left in a dark corner to molder.

“Will we see each other again?” I ask him.

“Of course. Let’s move into the light,” he suggests matter-of-factly.

Slowly we wend our way back to the hall, drowning in each other’s eyes. We stumble and he drops my hand. I stoop to pick it up, and when I stand, he’s disappeared. I try to scan the room for him, but my scanner isn’t talking to my PC.

My heart sinks to my feet, and stays there in a blue funk as I realize my one chance of romance at the prom left with him.


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darlene hight08/09/04
Cori too funny!
WENDY DECKER08/09/04
Cori, it was fun to read something with a comical edge. I pictured the cover of a harlequin novel with the character's face like daffy duck and hair like the real Fabio. Loved it.
Lynda Lee Schab 08/09/04
"Fabio" - LOL! I loved the reference to Angelina Jolie & Billy Bob Thornton too! So funny! I read on the message boards that you wrote this during a silly moment - thanks for sharing your silliness with us - it was lots of fun!
Blessings, Lynda
Dian Moore08/09/04
Cute and funny and the word play is outrageous. "he drops my hand. I stoop to pick it up."
Phyllis Inniss 08/09/04
Very entertaining and origial.
Melanie Kerr 08/11/04
The humour contained here is very clever stuff and your use of similies is superb. It was very off beat but very on topic.
Randy Chambers08/11/04
That was too funny! I really, really liked this line: “My insides feel like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, all damp and squishy, like a day-old cookie at the bottom of a spoilt glass of milk that’s been left out in the sun too long.” What an image—LOL :)
Joanne Malley08/11/04
Funny! Creative us of interesting images and descriptions. Enjoyed!
L.M. Lee08/12/04
loved the pictures you painted with your words.
Deborah Anderson08/13/04
I love your humor Cori. You crack me up sister! Thank you so much and God bless you.
Karen Treharne08/15/04
Your descriptions were fantastic...great images. I have to confess though that I didn't get it...and from reading the response from others...I'm the only one. I can only assume, then, that I'm either dense, have no real sense of humor (I don't believe that's it, though), or I need HELP with my scanner and my Pc! My favorite line! Very inventive and enjoyable to read...even if I didn't quite get the entire picture. Great spur of the moment, having fun, story.