The Times that Changed.

The day was muggy but cool, if you could catch a breeze, on this Friday afternoon. The top was down on the faded red corvette as it zoomed along the neighborhood streets. A boy in a white v-neck t shirt and mirrored aviators at the wheel. His slight curls straighten in the wind, a definite smirk upon his face. Faded jeans with tears here and there, a worn leather belt and dark brown boots. With his left hand at noon and his right on the shifter he moves through the gears slow. Seated next to him is a red headed girl with matching glasses. Her feet up in the seat and her hair like ribbons flowing off her head, she glows as he goes. Her pink and yellow sun dress moves with the air that makes its way around them. Radio on they don't speak on the way to his place. They pass house after house with there large green yards and mild paint schemes. Trees that seem custom fit for the minor yard that they have. Pulling finally to the back of the development the wheels turn past a private entrance to a home off from all the others. As an ornamental twelve foot iron gate opens just in time for the vette to pass with out removing paint he moves his hand to hers, and she grins big. Along the winding driveway and past the live oaks that hang there branches over the drive and dangle the moss low. Turn after turn makes a clear view of their destination impossible. The two lane path with grass in the middle leads them past a pond with cats tails. Open fields where bison and giant Belgium chew their cud. Then as they get close to the house they see weeping willows overflowing with foliage. They seem as if the cover the way completely, almost intertwined. As they approach and turn onto a cobble stone drive they can see the large home jut up from the earth. Parking the car out front the two exit the vehicle and make their way towards the front doors located behind an old wall that stands ten plus feet high. Its stone and covered in moss and vines from years of keeping its secrets locked within them. Past the iron gates the boy reaches his hand back to catch the girls in the backwards swing. When she didn't take it he looked back to see that she was still following his lead. He saw that she was looking to the skies with a smile that seemed to be affixed to her face. He said, "Babe". Noticing that she had been neglecting his advances she reached her right hand forward as her left made its way up to block the suns rays from her eyes. They walked along and passed the minimalist gardens to either side of the walkway and only slowed as if no big deal when passing the massive ponds that flowed from one level into another. The orange, pearls, and reds that moved just beneath the waters were calming I suppose. The front doors to the home were enormous as well as intricately carved from large slabs of mahogany. The boy places his hand upon the worn brass knob and slowly turns it to open the entry. It opens easily and swings wide as they make their way inside. The entry way is elaborate with paintings and sculptures, with mosaic tiles that form the images of the greatest ceilings in Rome. Duel stair cases hug the curves of the walls that lead upstairs and surround a large statue of abstract art being bombarded by lights from around the room. A nook in the corner is filled with the size of the piano that’s contained within it. On the opposite nook a looming glare of a seven foot stuffed brown bear follows their walk. Clacking of hard souls on the solid surface echo’s through the emptiness, followed by the creaking and shut of the entrance. Into the opening between the stairs they go through and into a room scattered with cushions and wall that are plush. The rear wall of the room is also the back wall of the house and is made of glass. Open view top to bottom and looks into a room made of steel bars and covered in expanded metal wire. Closer to the edge they go and see the vines that grow around the enclosure built to keep everything including the view from getting in the pool. With a push of his hand she stumbles to a couch, that laid behind her, and continued to walk. Into the next room he goes and disappears behind the next wall. Sounds of doors slamming in the back as she sits and waits for his return, a smile painted upon her face. Lifting herself for a moment off the cushion she corrects her dress underneath her, crossing her legs. Clicking her nails she ganders upon the odd décor and fakes interest. Her foot begins to rock and her head bounces to a beat that is not there. The size of her smile goes beyond a simple facade and takes the shape of an evil clown. She makes her body turn towards the pool and sees the crows at edges looking in. A snap and the smiles gone and worry fills her eyes. Silence for some time and she does not dare to move. Then as suddenly as it stopped foot bounces again. From what sounds like from everywhere song fills the air. Slow and jazzy with ethnic chants sooth her nerves as if he knew. A tongue lets loose that is unfamiliar but seems to know her oh so well, or at least her needs, she sways. Finding her groove the base rumbles and centers her being. Horns blast free and go so bold and bring attention to the subtle seductions taking place…..

TBC.