Setting: Aisle in small bookstore.
Characters:
Nice looking female browser
Well-read guy
Cyrano wannabe, hidden from sight
Cyrano, speaking into lapel:
Say, that's a great book.
Well-read guy, straining to hear voice in ear-piece:
Hey, that's a great look.
Nice looking female browser:
You talkin' ta me?
Cyrano, perplexed:
I was noting that is a great volume.
Well-read guy, eyes focused not on book:
I was noting you have great volume.
Female:
Guy, you're outta line.
Cyrano, at wits' end:
I noticed you in line at the coffee shop.
Guy:
I noticed you without a top.
High ear-piercing ring heard from the next aisle.
Female:
Say, is this a gag for one of those reality shows?
Cyrano:
Just a shy guy! This is not working, Guy!
Guy:
Just a shy guy, a lurking guy!
Female, demeanor, accent and attitude changing, smiling broadly:
You are too bad at this to actually mean what your words imply.
I took you for one of those stuffy know-it-alls and tried to play dumb!
Cyrano yanks mini mike from lapel, walks past Guy, stuffing it in his hand:
You are on your own. You're hopeless!
Guy, laughing:
My friend thought he could help, for I am at a loss for words in person,
but with a pen or a keyboard, I can craft a fine line.
Cyrano, turning back, guides them both to the internet café corner
of the book shop, motions for them to sit down and then calmly exits.
Female:
Well, prove it. Let's start over, type away.
Tell me what you really wanted to say.
Guy, flexing arms, stretching fingers prepared for action, tapping the keys:
When my eyes first glimpsed your light,
there, in the poetry aisle,
I knew I must put up a fight
to open your eyes to my style.
It was the way you held that classic volume,
tenderly, with love and appreciation,
that led me to presumptuously assume
that between us there may be a connection.
So I resorted to means unconventional,
which you discovered were far from successful,
but then I also uncovered your pose so intentional
putting off pretentious passes you find distressful.
So here we are, caught in time on a new page,
pretenses aside, hearts pounding in this strange venue.
Do I cease and desist in words romantic and sage
or should I toss caution and.......
Delicate hands, with graceful, long fingers, neatly manicured
with softly toned nails brushed aside the broad, masculine hands
on the keyboard, pushed the caps lock and typed the word
...CONTINUE!
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Got to run, bye!
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