I love love love Dan Stevens, and can’t wait to see the new Beauty and the Beast… also my fav animation. In celebration… a little Karoline take on the tale… to be serialised here
Caroline Forbes hated her job. It sucked. There was no denying
it. But, it wouldn’t be forever, she told herself as she loaded the deliveries
in the van and pulled out her checklist and addresses, all carefully sorted in
route order on her tablet. She slammed the door to her battered ride and slid
into the driver’s seat. Some way to spend your 21st birthday, she
though sourly, as she slid on her sunglasses and flipped the radio station on.
At least there’d be dinner and drinks, lots of them, legal
drinks, for once, later this evening. She pulled out of the depot parking lot
and started to make her way to the highway, along mains street, peeping the
horn at her friend Matt, who was outside his bar, unloading kegs, his tight
shirt clinging in all the right places. She rolled down the window and whistled
as she drove past, giving him a wave as she sped down the same street she had
driven a million times. Yep, it was pretty depressing to still be stuck in the
same small town she’d grown up in at 21 years of age, but hey, she had a plan.
She was getting out of here, it was just taking a little longer than she’d
Hitting the highway, she accelerated, winding down the
window as she went, letting the hot dusty Virginia air stream up her arm and
ruffle the curls that lay around her shoulders. Feet tapping to the music, she
followed her route on autopilot. Yep, Matt had looked GOOD, she mused, but been
there down that, and a birthday backslide didn’t seem the best idea.
I’ll change my mind when I feel like changing my mind, Try to be good but I get tired running around, Trying to manage all that I want, All around me, all that I want, I want to live in the time when you cherished me, Oh, to go back to the place when your hands moved over me, Tell me it’s there just beyond reach, Tell me you’re saving it for me.
We put up some curtains yesterday. Looking at tree limbs through the grainy white scrim reminds me of this song, which must be why it’s on a loop in my head.
It’s a rare phenomenon because I’m picky about lady voices. Picky in the same way I make sure my melted cheese is certifiably melted. No shapes visible. The starchy enunciation here feels a little like Wild Tigers I Have Known. Just girls in 70s sweaters with brown hair and heavy bangs from here to eternity. It’s a late fall kind of feeling.