I saw him again today, across the courtyard, his slender arms clasped tightly around a copy of The Tragedy of Othello, he always seemed to be carrying one play or another, he paused at a large tree, trying to decide whether this would prove to be an appropriate place to learn his lines.
Brushing his brown fringe out of his face he took a seat against the tree and opened the play write, immediately he was immersed. I moved closer to him, his face was animated with each new line that he read, his eyes merely a deep blue blur, quickly scanning each line and absorbing what he could. He paused and smiled, such a unique smile, something about the tragedy must have entertained him.
I had been intrigued by this boy from the moment I’d laid eyes upon him years beforehand. Something about him told me he was destined for great things. I kept my distance, perhaps one day I would have the courage to go up to him and say hello, but for now I simply stood back admiring him, in the way one would admire a beautiful painting. I was both drawn to him and afraid to get too close.
My phone rang, I was late, with one last glance toward the boy, I made my way to class.
This is really cool and I really enjoy this. Ben is actually an incredible writer + person so it’s a double win for him. Go check out his blog while I dote over this
stearic replied to your post: can i just point out that the girl at my job said…
just cum on her face and be like ‘there’s your yoghurt bitch’ z snap and cut scene
stearic replied to your post: pls let jesus into your life he can be of good use…
how do i sign up where is the link/phone number
I think Aishia knows a guy.