Capulet Monologue
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As Molly stepped up to him in the water it was like the scene on the beach in From Here To Eternity, except they were not lying down in each others arms. There was a moment, something passing between them, something that was a distraction to what he wanted but it was there. A beat of the heart for a moment when they looked in each others eyes, a spark went off somewhere inside him until she screamed and ran out of the water. Shaking his head laughed a moment, hearing her ask him to let her in.
"Don't worry, you'll get in soon enough," he promised. Holding her hand felt as if they had jumped up on the relationship scale, he'd just met her, in order to kill her, yet they were on the beach talking of intimate things like lovers. If that was the case he only saw one tragedy that fit, "your last name is not Capulet is it? No, couldn't be. That would be too odd."
Instead he led her back to the dock, "don't worry about the car, someone will clean it out. They always do," he walked barefoot with her back to the car talking intermittently. "We, I should say I now, I have more at home. There is a spare, not the same kind of course, Dad had a few different ones. I used to think he matched them with his ties we went through so many. I guess that's why I have …show more content…
There were a few trails along the pond in the center, and in the small groups of trees that were more managed than natural in their placement. Still it was a green space in the middle of an urban sprawl, what did one expect? Barefoot he sat on the hood of the car, the silver body slightly indenting when he sat. Looking over it all felt the warmth of the afternoon that day, the freedom of not being him, the way his mother indulged him that one and only time. It had meant more to him than he had ever said to her, and that chance was
As Molly stepped up to him in the water it was like the scene on the beach in From Here To Eternity, except they were not lying down in each others arms. There was a moment, something passing between them, something that was a distraction to what he wanted but it was there. A beat of the heart for a moment when they looked in each others eyes, a spark went off somewhere inside him until she screamed and ran out of the water. Shaking his head laughed a moment, hearing her ask him to let her in.
"Don't worry, you'll get in soon enough," he promised. Holding her hand felt as if they had jumped up on the relationship scale, he'd just met her, in order to kill her, yet they were on the beach talking of intimate things like lovers. If that was the case he only saw one tragedy that fit, "your last name is not Capulet is it? No, couldn't be. That would be too odd."
Instead he led her back to the dock, "don't worry about the car, someone will clean it out. They always do," he walked barefoot with her back to the car talking intermittently. "We, I should say I now, I have more at home. There is a spare, not the same kind of course, Dad had a few different ones. I used to think he matched them with his ties we went through so many. I guess that's why I have …show more content…
There were a few trails along the pond in the center, and in the small groups of trees that were more managed than natural in their placement. Still it was a green space in the middle of an urban sprawl, what did one expect? Barefoot he sat on the hood of the car, the silver body slightly indenting when he sat. Looking over it all felt the warmth of the afternoon that day, the freedom of not being him, the way his mother indulged him that one and only time. It had meant more to him than he had ever said to her, and that chance was