So Lil Misha had us put on our thinking caps to add to the following sentence with whatever we wanted:
A man and a woman in a shadowy corner of a mexican restaurant. The woman is crying and he rests his hand on hers.
I had decided I would do this because I love exercises like these which I used to have to do for the creative writing classes I took in high school… honestly I found my experience of writing after so long to be quite a rusty one.. I’m not happy with my results… but here it is.. I guess if Lil Misha has one every week like she says I will hopefully get better with time.. this light is turned off..
“Please don’t cry my love… I hate seeing you like this.”
She looks away from him as she unsuccessfully tries to control her tears, smudging her makeup. The feathers in her hat sway from side to side as if doing a mournful dance as she trembles and sobs.
“You know I’ll be back soon,” he says to try and console her and hopes that she will understand.
“My duty comes to my country first and I have to stand up and fight… otherwise who will?”
Suddenly she looks him in the eye. As tears start falling faster down her cheeks she hysterically yells at him, “Someone else will, someone else will go. Why do YOU have to go? You don’t! You just want to die!!! Why do you want to die?!! They will kill you.” Initiating a fresh set of tears as she crosses her elbows and puts her head down on the table to cry some more.
He looks gravely at her as he realizes there is no way of making her smile. Nervously he plays with his moustache as he puts down his sombrero on the table. The owner of the bar comes over. The premature balding man with a tub belly adjusts his apron, pulls out a piece of paper and takes out the pencil from behind his ear. He looks over at the woman falling apart and then focuses on the gentleman sitting across from her. “May I take your order?” He’s lost in thought and doesn’t hear him, so he repeats himself “May I take your order?” and clears his throat.
HHHHHHhhhehhhhhehhmm… Suddenly he realizes someone else is talking to him which shakes him away from his deep clouded thoughts.. Oh sorry senor. Ci, I would like a pint of beer please and I think the lady will have a bit of tea to calm her nerves. We will be leaving soon sorry to take up your time during such hardship.
The owner looks at the man sitting across from the lady again with unfriendly piercing eyes.. and then over at the lady. He keeps staring at the man as he says to the lady.. “If anyone is bothering you, you can tell me Ma’am I will be happy to ease you of your troubles” and then walks away.
The man blushes in anger and says to the woman, “See even he is giving me trouble. Doesn’t think a white woman is safe around a Mexican. Hmph! I would show him a thing or two if I didn’t have to go and fight this battle.”
She ceased her tears and wipes her eyes with the hanky the man gives to her. She stares at him as if looking at him for the first time. Who ever thought she would fall in love with a Mexican? The daughter of a rich cotton plantation owner from Texas born and raised in high society has fallen in love with a … Mexican. She looked at him carefully staring into her eyes as if searching for some sign of calm and sense. It was so endearing and his thin slick moustache waxed and framing his beautiful olive skin.
She smiled imagining what a fit her Daddy would throw if he knew who she had fallen head over heels for. But she had always had a mind of her own and was a wild spirit at the young age of 20. Most people mistook her for being 16 or 17 because she had such a tiny frame. I guess it was better than falling in love with a Negro. Her dad had many slaves working for him on his plantation and had always kept a watchful eye on her when she went to play in the fields on cool summer days. He had ordered his slaves not to even look at her or he would punish them with a 1000 lashes to whoever disobeyed this rule. The slaves out of fear always looked down for this reason never to be even mistakenly caught glancing at her beautiful porcelain skin, her rosy cheeks and her slim dainty figure. By the age of 19 she grew bored of her being imprisoned under her parents conservative ways and decided to run away from home. Her mother always called her a devil’s child and always complained out loud how her daughter would never grow up to be a proper lady of society.
The owner of the restaurant brought over their order and goes away. She looks over at him again. And says in the calmest tone she could conjure, “So what do we plan to do then?” He looks over to her almost affectionately as if a father were looking at his daughter.. She was so young and trying to be so brave. He was so proud to be in love with this woman. He knew she was not happy with his decision to fight the Americans in the war against Mexico but it was his duty to his country. He had not told her yet but he planned to take her Tepoztlán where his ancestral ranch home was. There she could stay safely with his grandmother and sisters till the war was over. He knew his eldest sister Maria would take her of her even if she did not like her very much or understand why he was doing this. He would be able to serve his country knowing that she was safe and far away from the havoc that was about to unfurl on the Mexican-US border.
Smokin’ Aces 2: Assassins’ Ball