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a slap after a, slap after a slap
OP needs to tweek the first couple of paragraphs or get rid if them all, jump right into were he feels that something is wrong.
An unsettling feeling began welling inside me. There's was something wrong in the room—but I couldn't quite tell what it was. I felt as though I had entered a house with the gas stove left on; the atmosphere was dense and strange, thought apparently invisible to my eyes.
Suddenly, I realized what it was: Naomi was no longer in the room.
I turned on the light and glanced around. Her purse, her clothes; all her things were still here. Everything except her shoes.
My heart started pounding at a increasingly rapid pace. I checked my watch. Almost midnight. Where could she have gone at this time? I turned to look at the window. The trees were still swaying in the wind and the leaves still rustling against the
ground. Quickly, I put on my jacket, my shoes, and then rushed downstairs
When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. Half asleep, I got out of bed, and entered the bathroom. As I emptied my bladder, I checked my face in the mirror. For an instant, I couldn't recognize the person reflected in it. Only when I waved my hand and person waved back that I realized it was me. When had been the last time I'd looked at myself in the mirror? A slight headache came upon me. After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I searched the cabinet for some painkillers only to realize there wasn't one. Right, I was in a hotel in Jade Mountain—not at home.
Shaking the water off my hands, I walked across the room, but then stopped abruptly in the middle............
Washing my hands, I switched off the bathroom light and waited. After my eyes adjusted to the murkiness, I glanced toward the bed. Even before my mind registered the flatness, I knew she wasn't there. Flipping on the overhead, I scanned the room. Wallet and keys peeked out from the jumbled pile that overflowed from a over-sized purse turned on its side. I glanced at the open closet near the door. Everything hung straight and level, except for a gap where her dark, leather coat should have been.
I checked my watch. Almost midnight. Where could Naomi have gone at this late hour?
Quickly, I put on my jacket, my shoes, and rushed downstairs
I opened my eyes. In the dark stillness, I couldn't see much, but the dim glow of the bedside clock and the vague shadow of the lamp next to it. Half alseep, I fumbled with the covers and stumbled to the bathroom. After emptying my bladder and flushing the toliet, I checked my reflection in the mirror. The haunted eyes and dark circles underneath them made the long, drawn-in face almost unrecognizable. I waved my hand and the person waved back. Good, I sighed, I'm still me.
Adam paused, head tilted toward the already black sky. The moonlight streamed down upon his wintry pale skin. He pointed to the moon, the shape of his lips reflecting the crescent above. "Finders keepers, losers weepers. There, it's mine. That's settled. How much do you think I can sell it for?"........................
It wasn't the kind of smile my co-workers wore to great customers, it was the kind of smile a mother bestows on her child when they help to pick up a friend who has fallen. I faltered. It was not a smile that belonged on his craggy face. Then it hit me. He was proud of the man I'd become. He'd posted my bail more times than I care to confess, but now as I stood covered in grease from a hard day fixing cars, dirty nails and bags under my eyes, he clapped me on the shoulder and passed me a beer or
It wasn't the kind of smile my co-workers wore to great customers, it was the kind of smile a mother bestows on her child when they help to pick up a friend who has fallen. I faltered. It was not a smile that belonged on his craggy face. Then it hit me. He was proud of the man I'd become. He'd posted my bail more times than I care to confess, but now as I stood covered in grease from a hard day fixing cars, dirty nails and bags under my eyes, he clapped me on the shoulder and passed me a beer....................
"Your daughter smiles because she is a child, inside is pain and hurt from all that has gone before. It is the way of children. It is for the adults to know this and to show the kind of patient and reliable love they need. Only then can a child show their real selves, allowing the damage to rise to the surface. It comes in waves; it comes in times of safety, hiding beneath the giggles in-between.".,................
Waves crashed over the frigid winter sand spreading it's lacy foam like the edge of a petticoat. The ocean wind blew in bitter gusts, tumbling her tousled locks behind her. The salty air lay thickly on her tongue and filled her nostrils. With her bare feet, chalky-white and goose-bumped with cold, she took a step into the icy water. The waves crashed in and over the hem of her skirt, soaking it like a rag. She took another step, and another, never taking her eyes off the empty horizon where grey sea met grey sky, as if she could will his ship to come home.he grass has that bluish tinge I associate with the seaside, it's coarse and tough, but I love it more than the tame grass of the suburban yards. I prefer the wild look, it's free, untamed. If I were a painter I'd sit with an easel and attempt to do it justice. But instead I just let it make an impression on my memory, I want to recall everything from the soft hue to the way the stalks are made stronger with their intertwined fibres.