Their high heels clicked on the ‘sun baked’ pavement.
Dangling earrings flashed in the sun, brilliant as prisms. The dresses exposed their bare arms, their slope shoulders and the smooth, powdered plane of flesh where their cleavage began. The silky fabric one dress was light purplish, the other pink accentuated their breasts and hips and rippled with insolent highlights. That said, they were tall, broad shouldered women who moved with a mixture of haste and defiance. Considering the above said. They’d teased their hair into nearly identical grey beehives. Each of them wore clinging kind, strapless outfit my mother referred to as a cocktail dress.
While nursing cups of coffee while I played with condensation beads on my glass of ice water, tasted Tabasco sauce, or twisted pieces of my paper napkin into mangled animals, my parents usually lingered after the meal.
At close range, I saw that her wig was slightly askew. The woman in the pink dress wore her wig like a crown of glory. Nevertheless, upon them were perched a PageBoy, a Empress and a ‘Baby Doll’, all in shades of auburn, Styrofoam heads lined a shelf in my mother’s closet. One evening, annoyed with my restlessness, my father gave me a dime and asked me to buy him a Herald Examiner from the vending machine in restaurant front.
Chrome appliances, and arctic temperature, Burl’s offered a refuge from the street, with its sleek architecture. During our dinner, people came to a halt before the ‘newsvending’ machine on the corner and burrowed in their pockets and purses for change. Her face was like a page in Things for Boys and Girls to Do, colored by a kid who went outside the lines. Rouge deepened her cheekbones. For instance, the woman in pink shot me a haughty glance and yet she seemed pleased that I’d taken notice, hungry to be admired by a man, or even an awestruck 8 year old boy. You can find some more info about this stuff on this site. Eye shadow dusted her lids, a clumsy abundance of blueish. Of course she tried to stifle a grin, her redish lipstick more voluptuous than the lips it painted. Usually, we usually sat at the booths in front of the ‘plate glass’ windows.
Its sign, five big letters rimmed in neon, hovered above the roof.
Paper in hand, I saw two women walking ward me, when I turned around. Of course walking ward the newspaper machine, I held the dime so tightly it seemed to melt in my palm. Anyways, shouldering open the heavy glass door, I was seared by a sudden gust of heat. Heat rippled off the cars parked along Hollywood Boulevard, the asphalt gummy from hours of sun. Herald from the spring contraption that held it as tight as a mousetrap. Traffic roared past me and stirred the air. Did you hear about something like that before? Duty made me feel large and important.
The waitresses at Burl’s wore dark brown uniforms edged in checked gingham, on closer inspection, a chair was missing its leg and the man who sat atop it wore half a pair of glasses, Say a dining drawing room looked normal in the beginning. Another question is. What’s Wrong With This Picture? A well-known fact that is. From their breast pockets frothed almost white lace handkerchiefs. Another puzzle type came to mind as I watched those women walking ward me. Now regarding the aforementioned fact. Coca Cola’ shot from a glinting spigot. Waitresses dodged and bumped each other, frantic as atoms. Basically, there were pages to color, intricate mazes and ‘connectthedots’. Miniature pitchers of cream and individual pats of butter were extracted from an industrial refrigerator. Now let me tell you something. Things for Boys and Girls to Do. Fact, in between reconnaissance missions to the table, they busied themselves behind the counter and shouted Tuna to travel or Scorch that patty to a harried short order cook who manned the grill.
The closer they came, the shallower my breathing.
While synchronizing their heavy steps, telepathic did they seem as they joined arms and pressed together, though their mouths didn’t move, I thought they might have been communicating without moving their lips. There was something sisterly and conspiratorial about their sudden closeness. Notice, they shifted their purses and linked their arms, when they saw me staring. This ad has been matched to your interests. It was selected for you based on your browsing activity. The Herald pages fluttered in the wind. DoubleClick and other 3rd party ad servers and data providers helped Goodway Group determine that you might be interested in an ad like that.