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Did I envision Wendy going happy-crazy and stripping off everything ELSE at the end of ROD TV? Not in detail, but YES! I DID! :D
The tea tray was the first thing to go. When she saw that the person it was meant for was no longer sitting in his rocking chair and ignoring the beautiful view again, she literally tossed it over her shoulder, almost laughing at the crash behind her. The frilly pink apron that had transformed her into a nurse and a housewife went next. She tossed it on the chair next to her without even bothering to say goodbye, because true friends and true enemies never want apologies. Then she undid the first button on her blouse, the second, and the next; when she was down to nothing, she fluffed her hair and breathed a smile as the fresh air touched her. She hurried to the edge of the little patio, where she stopped to dip her feet in the cool grass. That it was soft underneath her soles over the earth was a good enough reason to take another step. That she was invisible to the entire world because she was completely alone was a good enough reason to walk wherever she wanted and feel the grass cushion under her feet and the wind turn softly at the back of her neck.
She saw the wolf trotting over the hill in the distance, in broad daylight, but if she didn't smile at it, she at least thought nothing of it.
I probably worried for her well-being a lot more than I should have been. Well, I'll blame it on the way she spent all her time hanging out with an ugly, bitchy, older Rufus. I mean, she had some kind of crush on him, right? Except he sucked, so when she realized it, she had some kind of feminist FREE WOMAN LA moment. RIGHT? No more making tea for YOU!
I wish I knew whether that all sounded neat, or just pretentious. Tell me? :D Or not. Make with the lavish praise! Either way, it's why I don't have any time for writing.
The tea tray was the first thing to go. When she saw that the person it was meant for was no longer sitting in his rocking chair and ignoring the beautiful view again, she literally tossed it over her shoulder, almost laughing at the crash behind her. The frilly pink apron that had transformed her into a nurse and a housewife went next. She tossed it on the chair next to her without even bothering to say goodbye, because true friends and true enemies never want apologies. Then she undid the first button on her blouse, the second, and the next; when she was down to nothing, she fluffed her hair and breathed a smile as the fresh air touched her. She hurried to the edge of the little patio, where she stopped to dip her feet in the cool grass. That it was soft underneath her soles over the earth was a good enough reason to take another step. That she was invisible to the entire world because she was completely alone was a good enough reason to walk wherever she wanted and feel the grass cushion under her feet and the wind turn softly at the back of her neck.
She saw the wolf trotting over the hill in the distance, in broad daylight, but if she didn't smile at it, she at least thought nothing of it.
I probably worried for her well-being a lot more than I should have been. Well, I'll blame it on the way she spent all her time hanging out with an ugly, bitchy, older Rufus. I mean, she had some kind of crush on him, right? Except he sucked, so when she realized it, she had some kind of feminist FREE WOMAN LA moment. RIGHT? No more making tea for YOU!
I wish I knew whether that all sounded neat, or just pretentious. Tell me? :D Or not. Make with the lavish praise! Either way, it's why I don't have any time for writing.
