Blood - The Middle East (mree cover) [Opal/Potato]
Jun 8, 2014 7:37:24 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jun 8, 2014 7:37:24 GMT -5
P O T A T O
{ & It was the o n l y
woman you ever loved }
{ & It was the o n l y
woman you ever loved }
By the time the train begins ter slow down we been travellin' for a long while. It was real strange 'cause this mornin' at breakfast there were bacon. I ain't never had bacon, my family could never really 'ford much meat. If we did get it, it weren't for breakfast, it were fer somethin' real speshul like Sunday dinner or somethin' yet i were expected ter eat it, just like that, for breakfast.
I didn't complain, I ate my share an' then ther share of five others. I ain't never had somethin' so downright good 'afore. An' it turns out that food is jus' somethin' 'round here that's always 'round. It was just layin' 'bout everywhere, as if it were easy to come by. I stuffed some of ther little cakes that were on the table inter the pockets of my overalls, just in case they took it away again an' I don't reckon anyone saw me do it. Maybe Ingrid. She sees a whole lotta things, but I reckon she won't rat me out.
I git real excited when we crawl up ter ther platform 'cause I kin tell that Miss Opal will be there, waitin' fer me 'cause she said that she would be an' she's real bad at lyin'. For ther first time in what feels like weeks, my heart starts to pound real loud inside of my chest, like I gotta drumb in there or somethin'. I stan' at the door of ther train, waitin' fer us ter slow ter a stop so that I can get out ther an' so's I can find her 'cause I know she'll need me right away. I reckon she's hurtin'.
When the door slides open in a real flash an' fancy manner, I don't even have to take a step 'afore she's rammed her body right inter mine, just where she fits with her head 'gainst my chest and her arm's wrapped aroun' my waist. Even then, I'm already wrappin' my tall frame all over her like I wanna climb inside 'a her. I nuzzle my face inter her neck and press myself agains' her so desperate-like that I might jus' topple her over.
"Miss Opal," I say into her skin 'cause there ain't nothin' more ter say than that.