Moonflowers and soft black leather. That was how the beginning of this night would be remembered. It was perfect. The leather bound bouquet that ‘HOPE’ released to the passenger side of the 1968 Ford Mustang GT 428 Cobra Jet V8 smelled heavenly. It was the ideal visual contrast of delicate white flowers securely wrapped in the bold black leather at the base. Perhaps it was simple in the way she fastened them together but there was a lot of planning that went into the gathering of the blooms. This is pretty much how it went.
The colorful shadow waited until the sun went to sleep. What she had tended to with her hands and wanted specifically to collect in their embrace would not be ready for capture until then. The rays of summer heat first had some bargaining to do with it’s timely submission to the moon’s desire to have a life of its own.The warm grass beneath her bare feet was pressed down into the rich soil of Vita Bella where she stepped. Soft lush blades tickled between her toes. Permanent vibrant red ink draped over the top of each healthy appearing foot to display the dual roses she wore in honor of the grandparents she had loved and lost. The detail of an ornate rosary dangled for eternity around her right ankle to remind her nothing could save the soul she lost. The sounds of the night woods serenaded her as she reached up to pinch free the last fragrant bloom from where it had come to life in reverence to it’s namesake. All of this was continued perfection. The soft wind skated across her shoulders sending back the lengths of a natural black veil to dance in it’s wake. The edge of the faded denim skimmed the backs of her upper thighs as she found the sandals waiting for her happy feet to slide back into the caramel colored straps. She made a bouquet and she took in the scent of it as she glided her bottom into the driver's seat to deliver it.
The wall of steel in front of her car moved up and disappeared into the ceiling of Vita Bella's underground garage. The petite right index finger pressed the custom stereo until it offered up the station with a decent dance club mix. The typical ear deafening sounds of Godsmack and others would have to chill for the moment. She was in the sweetest of moods. To entertain it she opted for the selection of pulsing slow rhythm that inspired her to dance in the seat while the press of her foot had the engine under her control growling to life. The wispy eggplant material across her chest billowed as the speed of the machine increased. Open windows, good music and a warm beautiful night beneath the moon. Minx was feeling so good that she sang the words with Madge like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Smooth like cool silk on sunburned skin. That is how the odd sensation hit the usually ninety-nine point nine percent in control shadow. Dominique shook her head slowly and looked up in the rear view mirror. Wide warm chocolate orbs looked back at her as the glow of the red LED interior lights danced with the beat. Everything but the engine suddenly stopped as the music and its hosting station were interrupted briefly. It was barely enough time for it to register that her voice was the only one singing and it was not anything like Madonna’s. That was when she felt the first impact. Was she stoned? Her eyes were still on the rear view mirror while she erased that thought. She had not smoked and yet she felt this good? Maybe she needed to listen to more of the Madge and leave the weed be.
A nearly blinding set of lights blasted the windshield and fast reflexes had the steering wheel in her grip pulling to the right. The rush of adrenaline filled her as the sound of metal brushing against metal came far to close to her left side. The mustang shifted down quickly and her tires screeched in disappoint while she spun the car around in pursuit of what surely had peeled off the custom cherry bomb red paint. Once she located the only other set of lights on the road she pulled over and stepped out. The engine was grumbling and the song on the radio was stuck on a loop. The night was still perfect and so was her amazing mood despite the bald spot on her prized baby behind her.
The colorful shadow waited until the sun went to sleep. What she had tended to with her hands and wanted specifically to collect in their embrace would not be ready for capture until then. The rays of summer heat first had some bargaining to do with it’s timely submission to the moon’s desire to have a life of its own.The warm grass beneath her bare feet was pressed down into the rich soil of Vita Bella where she stepped. Soft lush blades tickled between her toes. Permanent vibrant red ink draped over the top of each healthy appearing foot to display the dual roses she wore in honor of the grandparents she had loved and lost. The detail of an ornate rosary dangled for eternity around her right ankle to remind her nothing could save the soul she lost. The sounds of the night woods serenaded her as she reached up to pinch free the last fragrant bloom from where it had come to life in reverence to it’s namesake. All of this was continued perfection. The soft wind skated across her shoulders sending back the lengths of a natural black veil to dance in it’s wake. The edge of the faded denim skimmed the backs of her upper thighs as she found the sandals waiting for her happy feet to slide back into the caramel colored straps. She made a bouquet and she took in the scent of it as she glided her bottom into the driver's seat to deliver it.
The wall of steel in front of her car moved up and disappeared into the ceiling of Vita Bella's underground garage. The petite right index finger pressed the custom stereo until it offered up the station with a decent dance club mix. The typical ear deafening sounds of Godsmack and others would have to chill for the moment. She was in the sweetest of moods. To entertain it she opted for the selection of pulsing slow rhythm that inspired her to dance in the seat while the press of her foot had the engine under her control growling to life. The wispy eggplant material across her chest billowed as the speed of the machine increased. Open windows, good music and a warm beautiful night beneath the moon. Minx was feeling so good that she sang the words with Madge like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Smooth like cool silk on sunburned skin. That is how the odd sensation hit the usually ninety-nine point nine percent in control shadow. Dominique shook her head slowly and looked up in the rear view mirror. Wide warm chocolate orbs looked back at her as the glow of the red LED interior lights danced with the beat. Everything but the engine suddenly stopped as the music and its hosting station were interrupted briefly. It was barely enough time for it to register that her voice was the only one singing and it was not anything like Madonna’s. That was when she felt the first impact. Was she stoned? Her eyes were still on the rear view mirror while she erased that thought. She had not smoked and yet she felt this good? Maybe she needed to listen to more of the Madge and leave the weed be.
A nearly blinding set of lights blasted the windshield and fast reflexes had the steering wheel in her grip pulling to the right. The rush of adrenaline filled her as the sound of metal brushing against metal came far to close to her left side. The mustang shifted down quickly and her tires screeched in disappoint while she spun the car around in pursuit of what surely had peeled off the custom cherry bomb red paint. Once she located the only other set of lights on the road she pulled over and stepped out. The engine was grumbling and the song on the radio was stuck on a loop. The night was still perfect and so was her amazing mood despite the bald spot on her prized baby behind her.