by David Manicom

Created on: July 03, 2010

Loverlution

            He loved her already and he didn’t even know her name. She had long brown hair and wove an angelic path with her hips. She didn’t walk like to be alluring, just beautifully is all. I wanted to tell him it was okay to be captured by her walk, for at one point in my life I was the same way, now I have the angel of my heart very close by my side through every experience in this life.

            His name was Driker Lancer, and like his name he was a pointed effort. Everything he did turned to gold, at least that is how most of us saw him. In his own mind he was much less successful. He would have traded all his art for one moment with her, and it was true. She smiled at him when he walked past that house deep in the jungles of rural Canada. It was as if he was the only person she had seen in days, or at least the only friendly one, but for him it was perfect and pure. She liked him!

            They did it this way for several days, leading up to a long line of musing artful expressions lining his walls in the form of poems and paintings, and filled his computer with files of things he wanted to say to her. I liked Driker, mostly because he was likeable but also because I could see someone downtrodden in the heart while optimistic in the mind. I wished for him to have the courage to break the ice, but it was not needed.

            On that fateful day the girl was weeding in her garden as he walked by. He had purposefully walked on her side of the street, even thought it was with the traffic, which he knew fully was a bad thing to do, especially on these streets. But he didn’t care, he had to let fate have its best chance, and if that meant he looked silly then what of it?

            As he strode along his path he noted that there were a lot of flying insects, butterflies and such in this area, and it aroused a suspicion in his heart that the world of influence was alive and well with this girl. The creatures loved company and they found a lot of it with her constant coming and going from the backdoor that lead to the basement and the front door that lead to the main house. She was always doing some task, and this line of thinking made Driker’s

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