Lime Green Buddah Part Two

I thought the original version of this was a little long for one HUB, so I've decided to serialize it.Please check the link to the right to make sure you read part one first!


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4.


Lilly likes fish now. She said my trout was amazing and the Brussels sprouts were “pretty okay.” After I steamed them, I cut them in half, poured melted unsalted butter on them, sprinkled them with organic Swiss cheese, which I let melt. I show her around my apartment, which doesn't take long. She likes the art-deco style of decoration we— my girlfriend and I— have. . The posters of Audrey Hepburn, of James Dean, of skinny Elvis. My bookshelf with In Cold Blood, with Oliver Twist, with Fight Club, with The Odyssey, with poetry books by Whitman, poetry books by Plath, poetry books by Poe, poetry books by Shakespeare, with the Kama Sutra.

“Not mine,” I say. “It's my girlfriend’s.”

She nods.

“Have you read it?”

She nods again and says, “No.”

She seems very impressed that I've read all the books. I tell her I'm an English major and I work in a food cart on 4th and Main that sells sandwiches stuffed with French fries and your choice of meat with a 'secret sauce' that's actually just Thousand Island salad dressing and she says that's “pretty okay.”

We're sitting on my couch now and we've been talking for an hour. She's a first generation American. Both her parents were born in Hanoi. She was born in Baltimore and moved here six years ago. She had two uncles killed by American G.I.'s during the War when they were just children. We talk about how we're both pacifists and how Vietnam and the War in Iraq were both “terrible tragedies.”. She's 24 years old and she goes to Portland State, majoring in music therapy, which she tries to explain to me but is still beyond my realm of understanding.

“It's basically therapy but instead of using a couch and words, you use music,” She explains to me.

“You can go to school for that?”

“Yes. I'm going to open a private practice.”

“Why don't you just major in music?”

“Because I'm a flute player.”

“So?” I say. I know nothing about music.

“So there's not a big market for flute players.”

I think she's beautiful and before I know it, my lips are on hers and then on her neck. My hands are on her small breasts and she is moaning a little. She leans into me. I feel her hips arch into mine. I feel our hearts beating together. Her skin feels soft and healthy.

We don't even move to the bed before we are both naked and making love ferociously on the couch. We are both skilled lovers and she is letting me know that she approves of my performance. By the time we're finished, we're both in the shower and she tells me that this is her first time showering with a man. I don't believe her. I let her wash me and I wash her. We collapse into bed, still a little damp and fall asleep.

5.


I wake up in my bed, alone and still naked. I sigh and get up and take a quick look around the apartment to confirm that Lilly is indeed gone. I shave and make a pot of coffee. There's a note from Lilly on the counter:

Had a lot of fun last night. Let's do it again soon,

and she again leaves her number. I want to fry some eggs. I put some unsalted butter in the pan, crack open two Cage-free eggs and cook them sunny side up. They cook quickly, spitting and popping at me from the pan. I peel and chop an onion and throw a quarter of it into the pan with the eggs and brown them. I wrap the remaining onion in red saran wrap and put it in my crisper in the fridge. I throw some rye bread (which I will add Marion berry jam too) in the toaster and pan fry some ham steak. When it's all done, I put in on my plate and eat it slowly while sipping my coffee. I'm tired of the games we play. Of the lies we tell. I put my plate and coffee mug in the dishwasher and hand wash all the pans I cooked with and head to the shower. I look at the picture on the wall of Lilly and I last summer at Multnomah Falls and feel myself smile. That was back before we had to pretend to be strangers in order to connect with one another; in order to be intimate. Back before we had to pretend to be liars.

It had been the best day of our young relationship. She’d never been to the Falls and we found a rare sunny Saturday in October. She was wearing her PSU Vikings grey and green hoodie and jeans with Nordic tennis shoes. She had on a Nike baseball cap and she’d pulled her long pony tail through the hole in the back. As we climbed to the top of the Falls, we held hands and smiled. When we reached the summit, we kissed and she giggled. We found a tourist to take our picture.

“Cute couple,” I heard the man’s wife say as they walked away.

She was right. We were cute together.

The game was her idea and we've been playing it for six months now. She’d presented it to me just a few short weeks after that trip. She told me she couldn’t feel close to someone she knew. She told me she couldn’t love me unless we pretended not to care about each other. She told me she needed to keep getting to know me in order to be with me.

I stand in the shower and let the hot water cascade down my body. The shower is mine. Her shampoos. Her conditioners. Her razors. All gone. This place is now devoid of her. There's some black mold growing on the celling which I still need to call the apartment manager about.

I get out of the shower and slowly dry myself with the same mildewed towel I've been using all week. When I'm mostly dry I drop it on the floor. I brush my teeth and when I spit I don't clean it up. My mirror has spit stains. I leave the towel on the floor and put on my ratty boxer shorts and non-matching socks. I step out into the main room of our— my— studio and look for some clean pants, which I find underneath some t shirts that I forgot to dry and which are beginning to mildew. The apartment used to be so immaculate.

I walk back to the kitchen table and grab the note from Lilly and reread several times before crumpling it up. I walk to the coffee table, uncrumple it and read it again. I recrumple it and place the piece of paper on the Buddha ash tray and I light it on fire. I watch it burn while I drink the rest of my coffee, which has turned cold.

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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Lisa... and please be sure ot check it out for your kindle as well :-)


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Cyndi, I was trying to capture the darker elements of love and lust with this piece. Thanks for reading!


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Lisawilliamsj 4 years ago

This is a great story with a surprising twist to it; I truly enjoyed reading it. Thanks for posting. Voted up!


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Cyndi10 4 years ago from Georgia

I suppose love can take many strange forms. Interesting one you posed in your story. I really enjoyed reading it.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks so much, King. I'm pleased you enjoyed this and I greatly appreciate the applause!


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kingmaxler 4 years ago from Olympia, Washington USA

Well done. I am clapping for you. Great poignant story. I love the turn around from being a one night stand to a longer, odd relationship. I feel the internal battle the storyteller shows as he crumples the paper and then flattens it only to crumple it again. Excellent.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Kimmie... I'm pleased you erad both parts and enjoyed it. Indeed, he did find a use for Buddhism ;-)


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Justin,

Oh wow such a twist but then I hoped Lilly would walk in the door..I know..I am such a sap for happy endings..Guess the Budda came in handy after all..Such a good story..Your descriptions and characters were top notch..I loved it!

Sunnie


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Jacqui! I'm so pleased you enjoyed this piece


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jacqui2011 4 years ago from Leicester, United Kingdom

Wow. What a great story and so well written. You have an amazing talent for capturing the reader from beginning to end. Voted up, interesting/awesome.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

I'm glad you enjoyed this, Vinaya. I appreciate your comment and your support!


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Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

Loved all the twists and turns and valleys and peaks. Good writing.


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chicagoguy 5 years ago from Chicago ,USA

i got hoooked !! good one !!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Xeno, I got the idea for a game like this from the film Dot the I. Even though that game is different, it's still the main inspiration.

Der, I'm glad you enjoyed the surprise and the story. Thanks for your kind words and your comments!

Snakeslane, thank you very much. The apartment building is based on a real one that one of my clients lived in. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and my take on the genre :-)


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snakeslane 5 years ago from Canada

Wow, interesting twists and turns in the romantic, erotic, cooking genre, sweet story, time to buy some new towels, nice descriptive passages of the city, the apartment, I enjoyed your story. Regards, snakeskane


Derdriu 5 years ago

PDXKaraokeGuy: What an existentially ironic and poignant expression of sloughing through the "web we weave when first we practice to deceive"! The second part is a tightly constructed surprise, which makes the first part all the more provocative.

Thank you for your creativity, voted up, etc.,

Derdriu


Derdriu 5 years ago

PDXKaraokeGuy: "What a web we weave when first we practice to deceive!"

Thank you for such a well-crafted story, voted up, etc.,

Derdriu


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Xenonlit 5 years ago

Great story. the game, huh?

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