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clear blue & brown golden
The light blue tent that stood there, looked so out of place, that it was able to be seen from everywhere and everyone would notice it. Because besides the fact that it was no camping place, it was also restricted for campers. The very sensitive environment needed to be protected. It also wasn't very intelligent
to camp there. The nature here was still intact. That meant, there were predators and there was food for the predators.
Only photographers were sometimes allowed to watch the nature or animals. But no photographer would use a light blue tent ant put it in the middle of free terrain, where everyone could see it.
When TJ stood on that high plateau and looked down at that tent, his eyes were glued to it. His ranger truck stood some miles behind him. The binos were hanging on a leach around his neck, but he didn't need them to see the tent. He rubbed his forehead. He knew he needed to go down there and look, what might have been left in the dwelling.
Well and then he would need to write a report about it. He already hated the one, that had left it there. TJ just knew that it had been abandoned. He wasn't going to hike down there, because he knew the dangers here. With the car he would need to drive a detour, but that was ok with him.
Why he only now thought about his ex-wife, wasn't completely clear to him, but she rather had accepted his job, than really be ok with it. He thought about that marriage. The ghosted one, the covered one, the lie. As sad as it was, he didn't even like Kelly anymore. She had become so mean, even before she knew that he was living a lie. He wasn't even bi, he was gay, period. Which washed a warm smile over his face, thinking about MJ. What a relief that he could say that now, as a 38 year old Canadian man.
WORRYS
He was turning a corner, when the young woman ran into him. Her eyes and face showed Uncertainty and she seamed puzzled and suddenly his pleasure kicked in. Like seeing him from above, he pushed her back into the street, into the entrance of a house and frightened she fell backwards over stairs. He flipped open his pocket-knife and just pushed it into her belly. The way the blood spilled out, the world plunged and got numb. For a second he was caught but then he pulled it out and while the blood was running down the blade, he pushed it into her again and it was redirected from a rip bone. She didn't struggle at all, although she was still alive. Melvin had no eyes for her. He ripped open her blouse and with a final stroke pushed the blade into the spot he suspected the heart; she took her last breath and her head fell back. Glassy eyes and a look into nothingness and he just stood starring at her, the knife in his hand and his mouth open.
He felt eternity, long and ancient, but then he heard footsteps in the hall, closed the knife and ran.
Ran and didn't stop until he was out of air and leaned onto a tree.
When he had calmed down he took the knife out of his pocket and slit the blade out. The view of the blood ran goosebumps over his body, he drew the blade nearer and smelled the metallic taste of the blood, he licked over it.
Never. Never would he forget the sight of it.
...the beauty of dark blue eyes...
Jamie wanted to throw the box to other boxes, but then something caught his eye. A little card. When he read it, he felt the need to purr. “For your lovely hazel-brown eyes!”
Nothing else. When he thought about the sender, something told him, this was a man. Why didn’t he believe it could be a woman?
He didn't know.
The rose became a multicolored vase and a place on the dining table. It just looked marvelous on the dark wood, in his fancy, very cozy apartment. The scent of Orange and Cinnamon was always there.
With the lovey feeling of someone, who liked him from afar, he later lay in bed and finally fell asleep.
Jamie was arranging some flowers in his cozy, jungle-like, wild-smelling florist store, when someone came in, who automatically turned his head, next to the fact, that it was a customer.
“May I help you?” he addressed him, but the guy shook his head, although it was obvious, that a florist store wasn't his usual place to be.
Jamie went on with doing that from before, because he knew the guy would address him, as soon as he found something.
When he finally did, ten minutes later, the hazel brown eyed shop owner looked stunned on the two roses, which the customer held in his hand. It was a rose and pink one and a lilac rose, with some strains of green fern, he also seemed to have found some thin, white covered branches. “That's beautiful, and I think the receiving woman will surely be very happy.” Jamie said without thinking. He looked up, into dark blue eyes with silver sparkles and it felt like drowning in them. He met a curious, but also uncertain look in the light tainted face, which was surrounded by longer, wild, blond and brown hair, which fell onto a black leather coat. When Jamie realized, what he had said and that he was staring at a customer, he blushed completely.
The guy said: “Sure.” There was so much testosterone coming out of his mouth, that Jamie saw women flock around him.
He tried to find his voice and looked at the ground. Hitting on a customer, was so embarrassing.