Froggie's little pieces of Prose.

[ChloChloAriadne]

I just thought I'd make up a thread for this.. I tend to write little paragraphs here and there that aren't really poetry at all and don't particularly tell a full story..I thought I'd make a thread. Most of these are about pretty everyday things, and they can be sexual, sad, happy, angry or otherwise. So here you go. I hope you enjoy them. Comments are welcome.

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Starting to wash the conditioner out of her hair, she realises that she will have to leave the shower soon. She runs her fingers through her long, dark mane, making sure to seperate each tangled strand. Her fingers wander apon a large knot and she pulls it apart strand by strand, trying to ensure the least hair breakage she could. It was already so brittle from all the time she had spent swimming at the beach in summer.

She loves the hot water.. So hot that it almost stings her skin. But she knows she has to leave this comfort. She lets her body soak up the last bits of warmth.. It feels so good, knowing that everybody outside here is rugged up in layers of clothing and stll cold yet she is standing here completely naked and not feeling the cold at all.. Her own little space.

But she has to turn the water off.. She has to. Struggling with the urge to let it be and stay in here for another hour or so, she forces her right hand over the hot water tap, and turns it off slowly.. Then quickly moves her hand and turns off the cold water also, before the shower can realise that the hot water tap was off and freeze her.

Watching the steam dissipate around her and feeling the cold air starting to close in, she knew there was worse to come... She thought to herself how this was not unlike ripping off a bandaid, needing to be done as fast as possible as to not prolong the pain.

She pressed her hand against the rim of the shower door and opened it, just an inch.. And the ice cold air flooded in. She could feel the cold crawl over her skin, and goosebumbs appeared all over her body. She let go of the door, rubbing her breasts and arms, trying to warm herself up again. The cold air suffocated her, took her breath away.

As she had let go of the door, it swung open, revealing full scope of the icy bathroom. Eyes scanning it frantically and desperately, she ran towards the nearest towell, stepping on her previously dropped clothes so her feet didn't go totally numb with cold. Sinking on to the floor and wrapping the towell around her, she thought "God I hate getting out of the shower."

[ChloChloAriadne]

Wandering mind of a young girl.

She sits on the verandah and watches the butterflys encircle eachother.. They are just so pretty. She asks her mother why they are doing this, flying in circles, going nowhere.

"They are courting", her mother answers.

The girl, not understanding this concept at all, asks her mother what she means by 'courting'.

"They have decided that they love eachother, dear. And they dance to show eachother this. Before long they will have babies."

The girl thought she understood. Only a couple of weeks ago she had asked her mother how she got here, and her parents had proceeded to tell her that when two people love eachother very much they can get married and have children.

She supposes that it's the same with the butterflies.. That they are getting married as she watches them. She does wonder, though, how it is so much more simple and quiet than the marriages she sees on television, the shows her mother watches in which she has to cover her eyes ever so often.. Why does she cover her eyes? The girl doesn't quite know.

But the butterflies.. Why can't people be more like this? Floating around eachother, drifting gentle with the breeze, fluttering in circles.. An effortless dance.

[ChloChloAriadne]

She knows that the call is about him before she answers the phone.

And that doesn't take long at all. For days now, she has been sitting on the balcony, cold.. It is winter, and she sees others walk past in heavy winter clothes.. Without really seeing them, while she sits here in light silk lingerie and a simple blanket, what she was wearing when she heard the news... not eating, not sleeping. Sitting, clutching her old-model Nokia phone. New and flashy it is not.. But it is reliable. It has the numbers of everybody she would ever need to call. The battery is long-lasting, and she knows how to operate it.

But today she hates the phone. This moment, she hates the phone.

She picks it up after hearing it ring once and holds the clunky phone to her ear.

"Callie.. It's him. I'm so sorry.. It's.. It's him. I saw.. Callie?" She hears.

She presses the button with the red 'hang up' sign on the phone and puts it down gently next to the chair she has been sitting on.

She stands up, letting the thin blanket fall away, walks to the edge of the balcony [around the height of her hips, plain white metal bars] and looks out at the passing people, the trucks and cars.

She then presses her hands to the railing, lifts her weight and flips herself over the edge.

[ChloChloAriadne]

Soaking wet and freezing cold, she climbs onto the bed and into his arms. She doesn't care right now if she's getting the new sheets wet. She just wants to be here with him.

As he wraps his arms around her, he feels how cold her skin is and can feel her every little shudder.. From the cold or from crying, he isn't sure.

She clings to him and buries her head into his chest, sharing his warmth and trying to calm her shaking. She feels him stroking her hair, which comforts her. Already, she can feel herself calming down, now that she's here with him.

He begins taking off her clothes, plastered to her body with the cold water. She lets him, and the scene begins to almost take on that of a young child being undressed by her mother. He leaves the room for just a moment, and returns with a towell, turning on the heater on his way back into the room.

Now naked but less cold, she readily takes the towell and dries herself off, squeezing the drops of water out of her hair. Still shakey though, she collapses back onto the bed, gripping the sides.

He grabs her shoulders and lays her back down on the bed and once more, holds her in his arms. They tangle around eachother closely.. But not so sexually. Just sharing eachothers warmth, as a litter of newborn puppies or kittens might in the winter.

Stroking her back, he feels the last of her shivers melt away.

She feels so safe now. Safe here. With him.

"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I am now."