Bluffing

                                                      

Bandages cover Liam’s face as he looks up at Gabriella from the hospital bed. He tells her that he only ran away from the bear so it would “come after [him] instead of [her].” Nodding he head she knows she has enough “bluffing left in her” to get herself throw the day. In Gail Helgason’s short story Bluffing Laim, Gabriella’s boyfriend gets attacked by a grizzle bear. The question is if he is a hero or a coward for running from the bear leaving Gabriella stranded face to face with a grizzle. Liam and Gabriella are not in love, all he ever talks about is how he wants to leave for “three months…[to] Yosemite” or even new Mexico without Gabriella. They would get in fights that ended in Gabriella “grabbing her pack back” and strutting “as fast as she [can]” away. When they were face to face with the grizzle bear “every cell in Gabriella’s body yearned to turn and flee” but her “inner force held her” there; Liam listening to his inner force turned and ran to save himself. In a situation like that nobody would have time or the metal strength to make a decision like he said he did to save her. Always “staying in the lead” Liam doesn’t even walk with Gabriella, coming across as extremely narcissistic.  Liam loves himself and the outdoors ten times more then he will ever love Gabriella and that is why he's a coward just trying to save himself.

Aging Cities

 

On the dusty streets surrounded by timeless buildings sat an ancient lady. Music filled the air along with the puffy grey smoke from her cigar. A slim straggly black cat lay next to her. Tourists walking by are intrigued by her saggy dark skin and old style white flowing dress. With the untouched buildings as her back drop she truly brought you back to the 40’s. A posed smile covered her face as children ask to have photos taken with her. Little did they know their spare change will be feeding her tonight. She grew up with nothing, to this day still has nothing but the clothes on her back and a cigar at hand. Nevertheless she is the happiest one there, nobody knows why but everyone can see it. The hot sun beats down on to the sweaty backs of grumpy tourists rushing by until they see her and stop to take a second looked. Her hair is the texture of dry hay, covered by a ratty old hat. Her white skirt is brown and grimy like the ground she sits on. When you first see her you’re a little frightened, until you realize her beauty matches this aging city.  

6:00am

     6:00am wake up call on a Saturday morning. Stepping onto the green, flawlessly cut soccer pitch, the early morning duo is still clinging to the grass. That is where you’ll find Gillian Kenney. Rain clouds are rolling in but that doesn’t even slow her down. The only thing in her mind is defending the net, team mates and that is how she likes it.
      Friends and family play a very significant roll in her life, sometimes you can’t tell from her shy and reserved personality but they all know it. At least 5 feet and 4 inches tall, she is a squished, exact copy of her grandma. Many would say Gillian's grandma is her idol for good reason too. She hopes one day to be able to have a lovely family and big house just as just like her.
     Always trying to exceed at school but never having time for homework because all she craves to do is run. If she didn’t get tired that’s what she would do her entire life. Music booming in her ear’s, along with the crisp outdoors allowing her to clear her mind from all the over flowing thought and gloomy energy.