That moment… Otherwise Entertained

She remembers that day with Tony and Kelvin and the rest of the guys there; handbooks, guides, dice, scattered about the floor. The mood as always was boisterous, and the room needed soundproofing though it contained less than a dozen humans. Maybe it was too small a space to hold so much teenage energy. The furniture did not dampen the raucous, there was no way it could absorb everything going on.

She and Tony had been attending these game nights for weeks, Dungeons & Dragons had become Morgan’s favorite escape, from things she wished to leave unrecognized, ignored. Life was not following her plan, and she wondered why she had given up the promise of college for marriage in disarray. Why did she ruin the last tatters of her reputation by making all the kids at school think she was pregnant because she got married at sixteen? Now, the fairytale had become an unbearable cautionary story that seemed destined to end in tragedy.

She looked up from her Player’s Handbook, her eyes were drawn by the feeling she was being watched. Sitting across from her, less than ten feet away, Kelvin’s eyes met hers, and he gave her a rapscallion grin. She lowered her eyes to the book and fumbled with her dice, but she could feel the blush disclose her captivation. She had never been an elusive tome, always a book of unsecured pages, open to the observant. She glanced back at him, and Kelvin smiled as if he knew more than he rightfully should.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 18, 2018

There are already twenty-three chapters to this novel. This just seems to go near the beginning.

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