She remembered their reunion kisses well. Moist lips meeting, and the bristling of his whiskered chin on her smooth one. How his tongue invaded her mouth, and the way it tasted. Like hot sex on a summer night when she was 16. Oh God, the way he smelled.
The mere presence of him left her breathless. His hands cupped her breasts through her clothing. She moaned into his mouth, and sucked his perfect tongue.
As they said goodbye, she knew she’d never see him again. Their lives continued to be complicated, and no amount of passionate kisses could mend them.
Thank you Lance Burson for hosting the 100 Word Song. I’m honored to write stories with all of you.
I’ve been walking in the same way as I did Missing out the cracks in the pavement And turning my heel and strutting my feet “Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I could call?” “No and thank you, please Madam. I ain’t lost, just wandering”
This whole thing started because Danny and I said we were going to have a drink together the day after Thanksgiving. I haven’t seen the man in 25 years. I got the bright idea to create a Facebook event for it. I figured what the hell, there’d be 10-12 of us. And then it BLEW UP! I’ve had people message me that graduated in 1980 that want to come this event. We now have over 50 people attending. Dan’s Tavern has been well stocked with beer and Laurie and her husband had a banner made. It even has my web address on it!!
When I started writing I never knew where it would go. I never knew it would lead me home. To Saline. To my old friends. To my new friends. I never knew that most of my support would come from those I didn’t even know back in high school. I hated Saline. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out. To find another life. Hard to believe that writing would bring me back home.
Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I’ve met Are the wonders of my world
Most of us have not seen each other face to face in over 25 years. Some of us have never met! But we have created a loving community on Facebook. Folks that would NEVER have been friends in high school are friends on Facebook. We support each other. We love each other. And we bitch at each other. We find out news of those that we lost as far back as 25 years ago. And as early as weeks ago. We celebrate them tonight too. We celebrate that our Death Valley Days are over. That we are still here. But we also realize we are mortal. As we grow older, we are reminded of it every day. Tonight we raise a toast to those that have gone before us. To our Death Valley Days. To the loss of our innocence as teenagers and the coming together of an unlikely group of people. I’m so thankful for everyone of you!
We also want to raise a glass to our very own Axl Rose. Our RD. Happy Birthday my sweet friend. I’m so glad that you have found happiness. That your life is good. I remember your voice. The way you sang. Full of gravel and attitude. Funny how I haven’t heard that voice in so many years, but as I read your posts it rings in my ears. It’s so good to finally hear it again. Happy Birthday my dear Ronnie!
Enjoy the night and know that this will be an annual event. We will come together every year. Take over a bar and share our lives. To us, to life, and our old home town of Saline. CHEERS!