my own work – Sugar and Spice

Okay, so I dream quite vividly. Every once in a while I come to in the morning with an idea buzzing around in my brain that I just have to put down in paper. The following is the beginnings of a story that I just kept coming back to. Let me know what you think, but please be kind… this is my very first attempt.

SUGAR AND SPICE

Flying… It was like flying. As he sprints up to the box with the pole in his hands, his muscles a contradiction of flexing and flexibility. All too soon the pole hits the box his shoulder braces for the impact and quicker than he can blink he is flying. It is in this moment that time stops. The blue sky is all that fills his vision and as his body starts to arc back towards the earth he finally lets go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Soon he is hitting the mat and rolling back up to his feet, but for those few seconds he was flying. Looking back up, he notes with a jolt of satisfaction that the bar isn’t even quivering. With his fist punched in the air he jumps down from the mat and lets out a shout of pure joy only seconds before he is enveloped by his team mates. As the celebration winds down his eyes involuntarily scan for her. There is only a minute sag in his shoulders because he can’t keep himself from looking for her, even though he isn’t quite sure who she is… yet.

Flying… It was like flying. As she steps into the hands of her stunt group she is contradiction of power and lightness. As she is thrown high into the air her body is coiled tightly until at the peak of the toss she explodes into an x-out. It is in this moment that time stops. The freedom of flight is all that fills her senses and as her body starts to fall back towards the earth she finally lets go of the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Soon she is popped out of the cradle of her stunt group and back on her feet, but for those few seconds she was flying. Turning around with a squeal of pure joy she embraces her stunt group knowing that the basket toss was perfect. As the celebration winds down her eyes don’t bother to scan for her boyfriend who is at basketball practice.

Swinging her bag over her shoulder Cam makes her way towards her car. Coming from the fields, at the other end of the parking lot, she notes a group of boys in shorts and tank tops. Her eyes skim over them enough to note that they are not basketball players, they are track guys. They are making enough noise that Cam slips her iPod out and puts her ear phones in. She leans up against her car waiting for Jason to finish up with practice. The noisy track guys pass by her, but Cam doesn’t notice… she’s too busy slicking on some lip gloss.

Walking back to the locker room from the field Michael and the team are still flying high from his state qualifying jump. He’s caught up in the excitement, but his attention is drawn by the girl walking towards them. Her eyes are downcast as if she is looking for something, but he is completely drawn in by her. Michael watches as she puts her ear phones in place and leans back against the car. As they pass by he can’t help but turn around to look at her one more time. He is flying again as he watches a radiant smile play with her lips and light up her eyes. He is so drawn in that he doesn’t even notice the guy who has jogged up behind him… Doesn’t notice him until suddenly she is in his arms and he is kissing her soundly on those lips. Michael does not arc back towards the earth this time; it is as if gravity has just dragged him back down by force.