Conflictive – Writing 101, Day 7 and Day 8

Sitting in a café, I couldn´t help but wonder at the couple I saw sitting near me. Odd, yes, that is how I would describe them. He was a sallow fellow – very pale skin, wearing clothing that was very well worn, holes in the knees. Light blonde hair, almost white, fell onto his face as he intently read Dostoevsky´s Crime and Punishment. A cruel smile played upon his lips, as though he were the type to find humor in another´s suffering. When he looked up, his dark, beady eyes blinked from recesses in his face.

The girl sitting across from him was his opposite – brunette hair fell down her back, red and gold highlights played in the low light. She was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, ankle boots and a coral colored tank-top that highlighted her tan arms. She smiled at the boy sitting across from her, warmth and sincerity radiating from her expression.  Where he was dark and cold, she was light, golden, glowing.

She raised a bottle full of smoothie and sipped.  He looked at her.

“I really don’t understand how you can drink that stuff.  It looks disgusting.”

“But it’s so healthy!  And so delicious!”


He wrapped his hand around a coffee mug and took a slow sip of coffee.

“Mmm… ”

“So, what do you want to do this weekend?”

“Let’s go to the movies.  We can see that new independent film.”

“I’m sick of the movies.  Perhaps we could go to the football game this weekend.”

“You know how I get around groups of people.  If you want to go, that’s fine, but I would prefer not to.  I’ll just stay at home and read.”


She didn’t seem very happy as she slurped down the rest of her smoothie.

“Well, I’ve gotta go, I don’t wanna be late for class.”


He waved goodbye to her as she left.  She didn’t see him.


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