New York Doll
Gandara, Jesus (2009-04-22)

>>JESUS: When I first started getting into writing, I wasn't really aware of the impact that it could have on a person. And I just kind of learned the more I read, it's really like this secret world of an artist trying to catch up with what's new, what's the best thing that's been written out, put out. And nobody really knows what they might be ready to read one day or what it is that might actually catch somebody's attention. So that's what I like about it. It's so exciting. There's always something new, something that's moving, and it grows. And there's nothing you can say that's ever going to be out.

I've tried to define it before. It's just real blurry, real hazy to me what the art was all about. So i began to write for my own interest, personal interest, and found out that I have a thing for it and people actually look to see what all I was trying to bring across, what my new work was. And it's just that part of me that I think makes me just like any other human. We can identify with something that's a story. 

So this was finally, when I toned down and started realizing that writing was something that was personal that didn't have to reach out and grab somebody and make them sweat. Sometimes you may just put one thing down that makes them feel comfortable, so that's what this one is. It's called The New York Doll.

"He lights the chimney and walks into the study to let himself read the paper. What if you could be alone and not have to worry about what people were doing with your money? He thinks to himself as he reaches for his slippers that the Basset Hound dropped in front of him. There in the distance of his private time he knew that things were starting to slip away from him and the day would not wait for him. The clock strikes and he reclines his seat just enough for Buddy to reclaim the slippers. Before he swaggers towards the door in his usual resting place, there is just enough time to launch him a biscuit. When the doorbell rings, he looks at Brian and lays his head down, forgetting his duty.

This was all wrong; Kashi thought to herself that it did not go as smooth as she wanted. Actually it went horribly wrong. Usually all the guys wept. When she left, Brian would have to cry like all good looking guys that fell into her web. She was not accustomed to coming after them, but this was going to be one of the exceptions to her life. Like the time she had avocado instead of kiwi lime cleanser. It helped her but she did it only because she was going for a drive and the sun would make her cheeks turn blue. 

The clouds loomed over head and there were a few drops on the sidewalk, but the weatherman said it wasn't going to rain and to turn back now would be the mad end, even with Dave. He was just the type of fella to let her stay until the day got better. She would not settle for anything less than 20 minutes at the door and coffee over the news of why he had not returned the call after their first date.

When the door opens, he looks at her and realizes that he was forgetting to call her. He smiles and lets her know he is happy to see her, and she exchanges her excitement with hand gestures. When she realizes that she's in there and feels totally comfortable with his tallness, she invites herself in and he agrees looking down to let Buddy know its private time. The dog slides past, wagging his tail without looking back again until the door is shut.

She hands him her jacket and smiles as she looks around, tells him that she likes the place but that it needs a woman's touch. There in front of the coffee pot, she takes the cups from him and serves him his cup. They realize that it is starting to pour now and both start to sip. She gives him a warm smile and he starts to come closer. She is stunned and cannot move before she realizes they're rolling around on the kitchen floor and she is taking her bra off. 

The rain stops almost as soon as they are done and the cold floor makes her feel like a dolphin out of water. They continue to drink coffee in their underclothes and sit down at the table for a few minutes before they get dressed. She realizes that it went bad and looks in her rearview mirror to kill all the skeletons. 

When she gets a glimpse of her eyes, she feels like herself again, and then as she expected, the phone rings. It's him. He wants her to come back and accompany him to a ballgame. She says of course, that she needs to take care of some things first and she will try to hurry back so that they could make it on time, but she never returns. And waiting for his call, she loses herself in her own life and people that adore her never realizing that she was the one that fell for it, or if he was the one that needed the time with her alone."

Right, so this story comes to me in that genre of short stories that people like to write and it says a little bit about things that I've experienced. Not necessarily as a romance, but my own experiences with my relation with my writing. And I think that's what I'm doing is kind of playing with it and just kind of getting away from the bounciness of things with a different soft touch that accompanies the reader.