bearose
This girls "got game". That means she hits up boys, sees them and trails up them with her eyes and down and away and is gone. All in a moment. There is a faster movement in and through and out of that club than the one usually made, and the clicking of heels on the street behind her is calculated. The entire night went tactic by tactic and she left alone, not having seen a single person who was looking for something to defeat, who was ready to play.
My senses fled me as I started to roll down the hill. I was running down in those shoes that are just plastic and toe holes, they're supposed to support your arch and make it muscular. It's good to be muscular in the places most people forget contain muscle, like in your fingers and in your arches. It'll probably help you in minute ways for one on one combat; All the muscles in your body come together against whoever your foe is and if they have less muscles that places you on higher ground. But higher ground is what felled me because despite the magic they work on arches those shoes have no damn grip and like me the hill had gathered up strength in places I didn't bother to look. I was so concentrated on running like a runner would in my runner shoes that my mother who used to run marathons liked that I didn't notice the cluster of little stones all piled up together to make something stronger than me in the end, so now I'm tumbling and I got to say my arches are practically pearly as my feet clench up and I catch sporadic glimpses of the gravel and grass and sky.
that things between your legs. Anybodys, any body, boy, girl, imp left lonely. The stretch, up and out of sheet sleep and coming into it all again. Feet stretching away, muscles and tendons wanting to shake loose for a moment and unfurl from being muscles and tendons and just be meat. Eyes open on the inhale breast expanding and imploding from the chain reaction, big bang, and the crunch will come too.