Post by allison101 on Aug 28, 2012 22:40:15 GMT -5
Not much dev material in this short blurb. I'm just testing out my writing skills for a potential story floating around in my head. (The guy, Mike, is already a paraplegic.)
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"I'll have the spaghetti, please," she said to the greasy haired waiter.
"Fettuccine Alfredo for me, thanks," he said.
The waiter took their menus and disappeared out of view.
"You know," she said, "out of the millions of times we've been here, I don't think I've ever ordered their Fettuccine Alfredo."
"You ordered it on our first date, remember?" he said, chuckling at her forgetfulness.
She grinned and bit her lip.
"How do you remember that? It was three years ago!" she said, stunned but flattered he would remember such a small detail.
"How could I forget?" he said. "You were the most beautiful girl in the world in that blue dress. I was so nervous."
She smiled to herself- she did remember that part, and thought it incredibly adorable, the way his voice slightly trembled when he said her name.
She reached across the small candlelit table and grabbed his hand.
"I love you, Mike," she said. She meant it with every ounce of her being, knowing in her heart that he was the one.
He looked back at her with his crooked grin.
"I love you," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
The waiter arrived with their glasses of champagne. Mike raised his glass.
"To you," he said.
"To us," she corrected.
They were celebrating her graduation from graduate school with her degree in Psychiatry. It had been a long, hard journey, but she was proud of herself to say the least.
They clinked glasses and sipped their way into dinner.
A few too many glasses of champagne later, Mike and Kora made their way out to the parking lot, both laughing obnoxiously. She waited for him to unlock the passenger door of his dark blue truck, watching as he slung his wheelchair into the backseat. She plopped herself into the front seat, happy to be out of the cold. She caught Mike steal a glance at her breasts and smiled, thankful he was just as much in the mood as she was.
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"I'll have the spaghetti, please," she said to the greasy haired waiter.
"Fettuccine Alfredo for me, thanks," he said.
The waiter took their menus and disappeared out of view.
"You know," she said, "out of the millions of times we've been here, I don't think I've ever ordered their Fettuccine Alfredo."
"You ordered it on our first date, remember?" he said, chuckling at her forgetfulness.
She grinned and bit her lip.
"How do you remember that? It was three years ago!" she said, stunned but flattered he would remember such a small detail.
"How could I forget?" he said. "You were the most beautiful girl in the world in that blue dress. I was so nervous."
She smiled to herself- she did remember that part, and thought it incredibly adorable, the way his voice slightly trembled when he said her name.
She reached across the small candlelit table and grabbed his hand.
"I love you, Mike," she said. She meant it with every ounce of her being, knowing in her heart that he was the one.
He looked back at her with his crooked grin.
"I love you," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
The waiter arrived with their glasses of champagne. Mike raised his glass.
"To you," he said.
"To us," she corrected.
They were celebrating her graduation from graduate school with her degree in Psychiatry. It had been a long, hard journey, but she was proud of herself to say the least.
They clinked glasses and sipped their way into dinner.
A few too many glasses of champagne later, Mike and Kora made their way out to the parking lot, both laughing obnoxiously. She waited for him to unlock the passenger door of his dark blue truck, watching as he slung his wheelchair into the backseat. She plopped herself into the front seat, happy to be out of the cold. She caught Mike steal a glance at her breasts and smiled, thankful he was just as much in the mood as she was.
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