olympus/opens !!

 draped  in  nothing  but  silk  &  wistfulness  stood  a  woman  in  the  center  of  a  bookstall  ,  reading  secondhand  scriptures  like  it  was  man’s  greatest  discovery  .  on  the  spread  of  a  magazine  was  the  flourishing  gaze  of  a  memory  long  repressed  .  heartwarmingly  brown  &  eternally  embellished  with  a  million  tales  only  the  brave  dared  to  fathom  .  a  scoff  .  torn  somewhere  between  the  lines  of  revolt  &  delight  .hysteria  is  quick  to  sheathe  her  movements  ,  making  her  slam  the  magazine  back  with  the  rest  ,  surface  crinkled  from  just  how  tightly  she  held  on  .  turning  to  move  far  from  the  picturesque  gaze  of  her  so  called  father  (  the   mortal  one  )  ,  the  young  woman  accidentally  stumbled  into  a  figure  ,  a  customer  ,  startling  her  to  bits  . “  oh  ,  crap  .  i’m  so  sorry  ..  it  was  my  fault  &  i—  ”  a   pause  .  upon  exchanging   looks  with  the  other  ,  the  bitterness  in  her  eyes  transmutes  into  roguishness  ,  mind  tentatively  trailing  away  from  the  bitter  stab  of  her  life  back  in  the  real  world  .  “cute  store  ,  huh  ?  ..  the  owner  said  some   dryads  donated  wood  to  build  this  place  .  ”

“Yeah no continue to block the flow of traffic it’s totally normal to stand there like a dumbass,” Her chipper voice was not convincing enough to protray her annoyance, brows furrowing as the words echoed sweetly in her brain and the huff that left her lips sounded like a toddler throwing a tantrum,  cursing her grandmother for contining to ruin her life, even in simole gestures of anger. pushing the annoyance down caused by her ‘blessings’, she waved a hand at the person blocking the door she was trying to get into, “Hello? Can you move or?”

       ❝  I HATE SOUNDING LIKE  a mom ,  but a good night’s sleep is really important ,  you know …  ❞  the statement is made as the girl tries to conceal her own yawn ,  bringing a hand to her mouth .  it wasn’t that lucinda hadn’t slept ;  in fact ,  she had absolutely no problem falling asleep !  it was only that the girl was always tired ,  but it was nothing to be worried about .  if anything the more she slept ,  the more she had the opportunity to live in her dream world  —  and what a beautiful world it was .  ❝  your body needs to recharge in order to face a new day’s challenges ,  & …  well ,  who doesn’t  love  dreaming ?  ❞  the corner of her lips curls into a smile ,  chin resting on the palm of her hand ,  ❝  last night i dreamt i was in a forest ,  but not a scary one .  it was beautiful ,  like something from a movie .  ❞

Exiting her apartment into the boardwalk that led to Amphitrite Beach, she took a deep breath of the salty air. This reminded her of her younger days where she’d wake up to sound of the waves on the surf in tune with her whatever instrument her father wanted to play that day. She’d been closing her eyes for a good minute when she felt somebody else join her near the railing. “Hey, late night, huh?”, she said. “It’s quite nice here this time of the year.”

“You look like someone with a problem. What’s your story?”

And then she glanced over to you. Perhaps you would be the one to finally sit down and make her night a little more interesting. ❝Hey, what can I get you tonight?❞ Her eyes scanned your figure and your face, trying to guess what drink you would order before you even opened your mouth. Not a shot, she thought. Perhaps that was wishful thinking though. Maybe you liked shitty tap beer or fruity blended drinks…

“You just because you saw it on the rack and think purple is pretty doesn’t necessarily mean you should wear it,” a smile pulled at the corners of his lips before he let out a loud laugh, “kidding, so kidding, no wait babes,” he let out an annoyed sigh when the girl stomped off, eyes rolling and head-turning to the person nearest to him, “you got it was a joke right?”