First chapter
An Officer and his Girl
By Scott Penton
It is a crisp, cool fall day in a land where supposedly the sun rises first and it is shining brightly today. Surrounded by hills and an enormous mountain in the background. The water is somewhat calm with little ripples softly going into the pier. The pier has a few people on it with a couple off to the side at the beginning of the pier near the road. Lisa is dropping Chris off. In front of them are vending machines; off to the right is a laundry mat.
Chris, standing in front of the vending machines says to Lisa, “ Whatcha want to drink?” Lisa says, “I’ll have a coffee.” Chris puts coins into the machine and gets two coffees. The coffee cans very warm goes down the machine and into the tray and he gives one to Lisa. Lisa cracks open the can and takes a sip “um, that’s good,” she says. “Yea, good on a day like this,” Chris says looking across the harbor. A harbor once almost destroyed, now the world’s richest port.
“So what are you going to be doing in the next few months,” Lisa asks as they walk over to the laundry mat.
Chris dragging his 40 lb. bag out of the car says, “I can’t say, but I can say we do a lot of circles.”
Lisa looks at the Monstrous gray wall like thing sitting there in the water, “Circles?”
“Yep, lot’s of them,” he says as he looks for an empty washer.
A bus pulls up to the beginning of the pier and twenty people step out with their bags in hand and head to the gray wall. “Who are they?” Lisa asks.
“Those are people from back home who are here to help out,” he says as they look out the window, watching them go up one by one.
As Chris transfers clothes from the washer to the dryer he glances at Lisa and wonders how much she will change in a few months, if she will change, and how much he will miss her, with her jet-black hair and tan skin, soft as cotton. He asks her, “so where you going after here?”
“I’ll probably go over to my parents for dinner,” Lisa says still amazed at how many people there are now out on the pier. Ten more buses drop more people off from back home. “Is your bed all set?” she asks.
“Yea, I got just ‘bout everything yesterday, if I need anything later I’ll just go to the store”.
“So how was last night?” He says as he folds one load of clothes.
“It was awesome, do you have to go?” she says smiling.
“I’ll be back. It’ll just be a little while. My Uncle needs me, I have to go,” he says staring into her beautiful eyes as they are slightly closed. “When I get back we’ll go back to my home for a little while.”
“Really?” She says, eyes open now.
“Yes, I have some time off coming up soon, I’ll order the tickets through work,” he says as he packs his bags back up with the neatly folded clothes.
As they walk out the door of the laundry mat, holding hands by their pinky fingers, they notice the pier is much more livelier now. It’s packed with people, families, and loved ones. There is also a band playing. They look at each other and decide to try and avoid the crowd and go to the pizza shack on the other side of the pier for a quick bite to eat. “I’m starving,” he says walking up to the patio.
“Me too, I’m going to have two slices with cheese and pepperoni. What about you?” She says to him as she pulls out her purse.
“I’ll have the same, thanks,” he says. They both sit there and eat, unusually quite. He wants to tell her something but doesn’t know how. He realizes he may not have another chance for time is running out. His heart beats harder, the band seems to be playing louder or at least to him it does. The crowd is getting louder with anticipation in the air.
“It’s almost time, are you cold?” he says as they get up from the table, he slightly taller than her.
As they walk down the pier she notices everyone respects him. “No I’m alright,” she says as she tries to control her jaw from shivering. They stop at the end. Looking at each other and holding each other hands.
He slowly opens his mouth and leans closer to her and begins to kiss her as if he may never kiss her again. His body flat against hers, he wraps his arms around her. He lets go and says, “I’ll be back, don’t you worry. I love you.”
She stands there hopelessly and says, “I love you too, call me.” He continues to walk across the bridge like structure. She looks at him as he goes higher and higher. He gets to the top faces the rear of the ship and salutes.
By Scott Penton
It is a crisp, cool fall day in a land where supposedly the sun rises first and it is shining brightly today. Surrounded by hills and an enormous mountain in the background. The water is somewhat calm with little ripples softly going into the pier. The pier has a few people on it with a couple off to the side at the beginning of the pier near the road. Lisa is dropping Chris off. In front of them are vending machines; off to the right is a laundry mat.
Chris, standing in front of the vending machines says to Lisa, “ Whatcha want to drink?” Lisa says, “I’ll have a coffee.” Chris puts coins into the machine and gets two coffees. The coffee cans very warm goes down the machine and into the tray and he gives one to Lisa. Lisa cracks open the can and takes a sip “um, that’s good,” she says. “Yea, good on a day like this,” Chris says looking across the harbor. A harbor once almost destroyed, now the world’s richest port.
“So what are you going to be doing in the next few months,” Lisa asks as they walk over to the laundry mat.
Chris dragging his 40 lb. bag out of the car says, “I can’t say, but I can say we do a lot of circles.”
Lisa looks at the Monstrous gray wall like thing sitting there in the water, “Circles?”
“Yep, lot’s of them,” he says as he looks for an empty washer.
A bus pulls up to the beginning of the pier and twenty people step out with their bags in hand and head to the gray wall. “Who are they?” Lisa asks.
“Those are people from back home who are here to help out,” he says as they look out the window, watching them go up one by one.
As Chris transfers clothes from the washer to the dryer he glances at Lisa and wonders how much she will change in a few months, if she will change, and how much he will miss her, with her jet-black hair and tan skin, soft as cotton. He asks her, “so where you going after here?”
“I’ll probably go over to my parents for dinner,” Lisa says still amazed at how many people there are now out on the pier. Ten more buses drop more people off from back home. “Is your bed all set?” she asks.
“Yea, I got just ‘bout everything yesterday, if I need anything later I’ll just go to the store”.
“So how was last night?” He says as he folds one load of clothes.
“It was awesome, do you have to go?” she says smiling.
“I’ll be back. It’ll just be a little while. My Uncle needs me, I have to go,” he says staring into her beautiful eyes as they are slightly closed. “When I get back we’ll go back to my home for a little while.”
“Really?” She says, eyes open now.
“Yes, I have some time off coming up soon, I’ll order the tickets through work,” he says as he packs his bags back up with the neatly folded clothes.
As they walk out the door of the laundry mat, holding hands by their pinky fingers, they notice the pier is much more livelier now. It’s packed with people, families, and loved ones. There is also a band playing. They look at each other and decide to try and avoid the crowd and go to the pizza shack on the other side of the pier for a quick bite to eat. “I’m starving,” he says walking up to the patio.
“Me too, I’m going to have two slices with cheese and pepperoni. What about you?” She says to him as she pulls out her purse.
“I’ll have the same, thanks,” he says. They both sit there and eat, unusually quite. He wants to tell her something but doesn’t know how. He realizes he may not have another chance for time is running out. His heart beats harder, the band seems to be playing louder or at least to him it does. The crowd is getting louder with anticipation in the air.
“It’s almost time, are you cold?” he says as they get up from the table, he slightly taller than her.
As they walk down the pier she notices everyone respects him. “No I’m alright,” she says as she tries to control her jaw from shivering. They stop at the end. Looking at each other and holding each other hands.
He slowly opens his mouth and leans closer to her and begins to kiss her as if he may never kiss her again. His body flat against hers, he wraps his arms around her. He lets go and says, “I’ll be back, don’t you worry. I love you.”
She stands there hopelessly and says, “I love you too, call me.” He continues to walk across the bridge like structure. She looks at him as he goes higher and higher. He gets to the top faces the rear of the ship and salutes.
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