“Black Jeep”
He
drives a black Jeep, a hardtop Renegade or Rubicon that resembles the thousand
other black hardtop Jeeps cruising around town. I don’t know the year; Jeeps
look pretty much the same no matter how old they may be. His has chunky tires
and an impressive stereo—I hear Pearl Jam playing when heʼs
idling at a stoplight.
He
has curly dark hair and the lanky grace of a hockey player, slightly at odds
with solid ground but a guaranteed swan on the ice. Heʼs handsome, of course, with bright dark
eyes and an irrepressible grin. No slave to fashion, heʼs usually in jeans and a button t-shirt. His style hints at
a love of the outdoors, of hiking in the wilderness or windsurfing along the
sea coast. Heʼs a nature
boy, tricky to capture and trickier to tame, but like all wild creatures, if
you are quiet and bide your time, he will come.
I
donʼt know who he is, but I
want to find out, so Iʼll be
quiet and bide my time, and one day, he will come.
I want to find out too!
ReplyDeleteYep, he's been rolling around in my head for a few weeks now but isn't inclined to tell me his story yet. *sigh* I just had to get this thumbnail sketch of my chest, perhaps to make room for more info.
DeleteMaybe he's your Greyson?
DeleteI'm pretty sure it's Shade.
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