Todays Word of The Day (according to http://en.wiktionary.org/)
echt adj.
Proper, real, genuine, true to type.
Beth had dragged me into a shop for
paintings and wall decoration or whatever it was she called it. I dug my head
down, pulled my cap as close to my eyes as possible and just ducked in after
her. If the guys saw me in here, if ANYONE I knew in my professional life with
the base I’d never hear the end of it. They would torment me to the end of my
life and beyond that as well.
The shop was bright, white walls, white
floor, white lamps, the only color in the shop were the painting and photographs.
Even the cash register and the furniture it was resting on was white. With the Hawaiian
sun reigning in the sky, it blinded even the best of us. If I wasn’t a well
mannered person, I would have kept my sunglasses on but I always think people
look like tools when they’re wearing their sunglasses indoors.
Beth perused the shop for a while, looking
at each painting in her own time. Once she got in this mood there was nothing I
could say or do to influence her. I couldn’t even remove myself from the situation
because she’d know. Somehow, she knows if I’m skiving off. I haven’t seen eyes
at the back of her head yet or even seen her head spin around on her shoulders
but she senses when I’m trying to skive off, maybe she was bitten by a
radioactive spiders all those years ago when I took her camping for our first
proper date and first weekend together.
I found a sofa near the end of the back of
the shop that didn’t look like it was a piece of art. On the table in front of
it there were magazines, though they were all directed at women. I had the
choice between finding my color or
add up a score to see if I had the
perfect relationship. Neither of those interested me but it gave me an idea
for a magazine directed at men. In my magazine there would be articles that
were interesting like, is the color of
your gear clashing with the scenery: it could kill you or Is your gun playing hard to get: this is how
to properly clean that beauty up.
“Adam, are you still alive?” Beth voice was like an
arrow through a thought bubble, sighing I got to my feet and went back to my
station beside her, pretending to care about wall decorations. “What do you
think?” She said, opening her hand towards a painting on the wall. It looked
like a temple in the Japanese building style with a bridge in the foreground.
“What am I supposed to think?” I reasoned.
”Do you like
it?”
”Yes,” I lied. It wasn’t ugly. At least it wasn’t a
clown.
“I wonder if it’s an authentic, I don’t like that scratch
near the edge.” She had already moved on even before I finished my thought to
reply.
Word Count: 500
Fun Factor: 5/5 (Always fun to write Adam)
By the way: This is the painting Beth was showing Adam. There isn't a scratch on it, by the way. It's quite beautiful.
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