GetawayWarmth rushed through to her busy fingertips as they pawed their way through the black shiny vinyl. Each glinting in the dim lamp light before falling victim to the next. Her chest rising and falling, keeping in time with her self synchronized rhythm. Gaining momentum due to her overflowing excitement and her craving desire to work her way through every record in the shop. Although it wasn’t a shop. Not to her.
It was a haven. An escape. A treasure trove obscured, tucked and hidden away in a forgotten backstreet of wintry London.
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Rugged up against the bitter winds blowing in from the north, she had forged her way through the sprinkling sleet, before noticing the soft glimmering glow of a fogged up window down a rubbish strewn alley. Like a beacon on a dark and lonely sea, it called to her. Slowly she had made her way around the corner, absentmindedly shaking away the shredded dregs of a newspaper that had blown against her leg. Kneeling upon a discarded dustbin lid, she had gently spun herself a peephole against the frosty glass, leaning in to gaze upon the secrets within.
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As though in a dream, slowly she had made her way down the icy steps and without effort or instruction or second thoughts, her open hand leant against the heavy oak door.
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Lamps softly shimmered from the tops of winding towers of dusty books, eliciting a golden glow, bathing the room in dreamy comfort. A man of no more that thirty with a friendly smile and twinkling eyes read quietly in an armchair, tucked between open boxes of vinyl by the back wall. Quietly and unobtrusively his hand turned yet another page, as his feet softly tapped the floorboards. Although spoken words were absent, the air held no discomfort nor feelings of misplacement.
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Lyrics circled the room…
“Fly…high…….be my getaway……gotta get away”
Unaware of their surroundings, her hips swayed.
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Hours had quietly passed by.
Lost in melody and freedom, she twirled. Clutching discovered treasures to her chest, smiling, as she slowed to a stop, hair falling across her face, reawakening her.
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Producing her purse she was met with a wave of his hand. Gratitude bursting through her smile.
“Can I come back tomorrow?” She asked softly, not wanting to disturb the gentle beauty of the atmosphere.
The man nodded his head, the corner’s of his soft lips rising ever so slightly as his eyes met hers in a smile of gratitude and joy, cementing friendship.
Feeling as light as a feather she twirled once more. Taking in every golden detail of her new found sanctuary. Gently she stepped over the threshold, nuzzling her face in amongst the folds of her scarf before stepping out into the night.
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The door fell closed.
Hidden beyond the golden glows reaches, he had stood since she entered.
Like a dream she had swept his mind of all thought. Like a trance, love had shimmered around her.
In awe he had watched her. Her silhouette swaying to the softly swirling sounds. Her hips like a pendulum, hypnotising his mind.
In a world now seemingly surreal, he watched her go.
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In a hazy daze he farewelled his firm friend, nestling his chin under the collar of his jacket before stepping out into the icy January winds.
Blistering gusts challenged him, threatening to seep through, desperate to strip him of warmth as he rounded the corner.
It passed him by. He was untouchable. Unreachable by the cold icy intentions of the circling winds.
Suspended in thoughts of her, he stopped and stared at the deep skies above.
Love bursting into life. Levitating though frozen in time, he smiled as he watched her twirl through the stars of his mind and into his heart.
*Lyrics/Title/Inspiration from "Getaway" Stereophonics*
by Lee. 2:15am. Night world xox
touched
sleepy
dorky
high
good
bouncy
jealous
bored
ecstatic
content
busy
creative
Otherwise your instant coffee will turn to sawdust within 24 hours..
, so I went back through my archives of old blog entries in the hopes of finding said code and I stumble across an entry from 9th November 2006! Just over a year ago and the content...
geeky
This weeks podcast is up *hoorah*
chipper