Viking Girl Scribbles

the smell of leather and cigarettes a memory of a drive through the rain his black hair fell into his eyes an almost smile playing on his lips (a thin white dress revealed almost more than my imagination could ever do) my fingers wanted to touch his lips my heart was too cowardly we drove through the rain with my hands on my knees (to this day I remember that lily of the valley fragrance from your long blond hair) an awkward goodbye raindrops like diamonds the kiss was like a promise between the two of us (your lips slightly parted still haunt me in my dreams)

Night-time in a big hotel is just as boring as it sounds. I’m crazy jet lagged and nothing’s helping. Mom has popped one of those pills her doctor boyfriend has prescribed her, but they make me all weird the next day so I politely declined when she offered. So here I am at 3 AM in Finch Towers, one of the fanciest hotels in New York City, bored out of my mind. I know there’s a pool up on the roof, but apparently someone’s booked the top two floors and that locks the elevators. You need a special key card to access the pool now. I’m out in the corridor outside my room in my swimsuit and flip flops, a towel tossed over my shoulder and the complementary fluffy white bathrobe wrapped around me. I want to swim! I don’t care if the Emperor of the World booked the top floors, if I don't do my laps I’ll never be able to sleep. Walking back towards my room I spot the door leading to the stairwell, we’re just two floors below the pool. I stop and consider my options. I can go back t...

“You’re looking very lovely tonight.” I look up from my drink and see him eyeing the big boobed blonde in the corner. Her laughter is like an ice bucket over my warm and fuzzy feelings, but I understand his ogling, she’s really very pretty. “Thanks.” His eyes flit back to me at my unenthusiastic response, but I hide my emotions by gulping my drink down, the vodka burning its way down my throat. “Another?” I jiggle the ice cubes in my glass but he shakes his head and nods towards his almost untouched beer. As I leave for the bar I see him leaning back with the glass in his hand, his eyes on the blonde bombshell again. “Vodka Lime, large, heavy on the vodka. Please.” The female bartender nods and I lean against the bar, surveying the people talking and drinking in the dim light. This was a big mistake, a disaster even, but Daniel had insisted we go on a date tonight. His reason being we hadn’t been on one in ages, work kept us far too busy and this was our first free weekend in mo...

“Katie love!” I can tell by the tone of mum’s voice what she’s about to say. “Bill called.” I’m glad my back’s turned because I couldn’t stop this eye roll even if I wanted to. She pauses to see if I have anything to say. “Well, he wanted me to come by tonight and I thought since we’re not doing anything… well, I’d say I’d come and…” “Yeah mum. Great.” I think I’m able to keep my voice fairly neutral. “I have plans anyway.” Not really, but I can’t with her hovering all night just because she suddenly developed motherly responsibilities. “Alright then.” She starts to move away from the door. “I’ll leave some money in the kitchen. Maybe you can invite Liza over?” Maybe I can gouge my eyes out. “Yes mum. Maybe I shall.” There’s a spring in her step as she hurries into her room to get all dolled up for the flavour of the month. Disgusting. The smell of her perfume lies thick in the bathroom, not even my taking a shower clears the fog of Elizabeth Arden’s White Diamonds. I don’...