A Series of Drabbles: Day 6

Sixth of December, 2011

Todays Word of The Day:

Amiable adj.

1. Friendly; kind; sweet; gracious; as, an amiable temper or mood; amiable ideas. 
2. Possessing sweetness of disposition; having sweetness of temper; kindhearted; which causes one to be liked.

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It’s funny how strange you feel around someone who is genuinely sweet. You feel odd, just waiting for the moment for them to say something rude about another person but I think I've met that person whom I know never will say anything rude if she can help it.

Her name is Beth and she's a writer and I spoke to her today. I bet she's been reading the articles about me, how I am under investigation for a illigal drug use I didn't commit knowingly and yet still, she doesn't seem to care.

She just sits in front of me, smiling as I tell her tales of the haunted halls behind the scenes of a major tennis event. She wants to know about me, understand who I am, where I'm coming from without judging.

Her soul seem pure, as she talks about her husband I sense she's waiting, just waiting on the edge for a burst of wind to throw her off guard and to push her off the edge only to guide her down again.

Everyone likes her, she's a happy person and seems to want to be everyones friend. She wants to know everyone's hopes and dreams and she'll sprinkle fairy dust and you'll walk away from her feeling absolutely rejuvenated.

I'd love to have someone like that around me all the time. Someone who could bring me down from warp speed to snail feed once in a while, someone who could teach me to stop and smell the roses for once in my life.

Even the way she greeted me with a smile, her right hand stretched forward and the body language that spoke of a desire to just hug you. I want to be that kind of a warm person, a person that has room in her life for everyone and anything.

I'd like to be her neighbour, I can just imagine her coming over with baked goods and a bag of coffee and we'd sit out in the lawn and drink coffee and eat cake and talk about anything and everything and just as I'm indulging myself in my fantasy, my coach sits down beside me heavily, making me jump. Moseby chuckles.

"Where were you? Away in Narnia?" I catch Beths eyes.

"Just about," I murmur returning to the present moment to enjoy this wonderful person while she's there and not away spreading joy with only her personality. Moseby pushes forward his hand towards Beth.

“Moseby,” he says, presenting himself, “the coach.”

“Beth Tucker, official ATP press. Happy to meet you,” and she was actually happy to meet him. 

Word Count: 435

Fun Factor: 5/5

Fun Fact: I wrote that in a program called OMM writer. It's super trippy and really fun, if you're stuck for ideas or just plain stuck, try it out. This Guy turned on me to this. He's also doing this Drabbles in December.