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"Lost Luster" -> "SHELBY TRIES TO DRINK DEATH"

SHELBY NEAR THE FLAME (draft)  by OXYGENBRAIIN

As Shelby moves in closer, he temerously reaches with his had out towards the girl. To his surprise, she reaches for him. With his strength of weight, he pulls her up from the sofa. She's really gigling now, as if the nothing said is the funniest thing she's never heard. Shelby dares to get close to her face, so close he can smaell th bitter smell of the cheap wine she is drinking. This girl  is wiped out he thinks.Did I pick the perfect victim?, he wonders to himself. When he gets close enough to get drunk on her very breath, he notices her eyes. They are some kind of beautiful green, a green he can't even describe. It's almost as if this pair of  eyes should be on a most stunning actress, or model. For a moment, Shelby just sees green and he is hypnotized.
Finally, he manages to say some words.. Something like, "you have the most enchanting eyes I have ever seen"

Mixing words and gigles she manages to say, thank.......you, I think. As she says that, she loses whatever is left of her balance and sort of tips  forward into Shelby's arms. By accident, or by view of the fact that she's really so messed up she may not even realize how fat Shelby is. He could block fifty percent of her field of vision, if she could see that much.

Once, in his early days, Shelby got a part time job at the department of motor vehicles and learned tat when a person is inebriated, his  or her field of vision narrows considerably. it's part of what causes accidents.

But now, Shelby is holding her with his right arm behind her shoulder blade and with his left hand, he's holding her right one. Holding a helpless drunken girl is like holding a defensless child.Puty in his hands.

Kiss her Shelby, just kiss her, and run to the little ferry or whatever the little woman is waiting back in your room. But Shelby can't stop looking into her eyes. Someone once said, the eyes are the windows of the soul. Would you give the owner of these crystal clear eyes the kiss of death? Would you pee in your mothers glass of water? Would you dump bacteria in a pristine stream? Would you kill an inocent helpless child? 

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Date created: Nov. 1, 2008
Date modified: 6 days, 6 hours ago
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Tags: at, death, eye, in, look, the
Word Count: 442
Times Read: 22
Story Length: 1