I’m Just Going to Write – II
She creates a convent, our character from yesterday’s submission. She first creates a facebook event to invite soul seekers. She texts it to her list. She tweets it.
She takes a walk on a breezy warm day and observes a sister with a Divine Feminine original on her t-shirt. She nods at her. They pass each other.
The sister’s swaying skirt–yellow, pleated tulle–hugs wide and full hips which our character notices, watching her walk away. The sister wants also to look back but cautions herself. She has a man at home that she’d like to leave. She hugs her purse a little closer, grasping for the small book inside of it. She senses that the park must be just minutes ahead. She turns at the next corner to enter the block that leads to the trail.
The Emeli Sandé in her ears causes her to sway more as her feet pat the dirt of the trail, her linen flats so thin at the sole, she can feel the vibration of the earth. She sits in the sun and opens her book, meditating on the Apochrypha.
Our first character is far away now, choosing opal apples at the grocery store. Feeling for firm and fresh specimens among the many. She sees a stunning beauty, soft and curvy, brandy-colored ahead. Pensively putting her wallet back together and into her bag, wrapping some cash in her right hand. Our character feels the presence of her Black-skinned, purple silk God to her right. I’ll talk to her, she decides in response to God’s nudging presence.
A man nears her, over the apples. Tall and broad, coffee-skinned. Smelling rich. His baritone asks, “Are you taking these?” He points to the apples she’s stacked by the edge of the container.
“Yes,” she replies, nodding at him while darting her eyes to the brandy beauty ahead of her. “I’ll be back. Would you mind bagging them for me?” she smiles sweetly then heads to Brandy, digging in her bag for a notebook. She rips a piece of paper from her Moleskine and writes quickly on it:
Divine Feminine Convent
She is suddenly in Brandy’s orbit. Their eyes lock and she smiles. Without words, she hands the paper to Brandy, softly stroking her hand in the process. Brandy, taken by surprise, squints at the paper then looks at Larissa. She gives a grateful look. Larissa nods and returns to the coffee man at the opal apples.