Moonlight Drive – Write Naked Part 3

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Next segment in my novel I’ve been working on for NaNoWriMo. It has not been edited in any form yet, just free writing. If you want to know some back story, links are provided for previous sections. I have written several posts on here about Lyla, as she has been in my head for many years, since college creative writing classes. Any feedback provided would be great! It maybe a week or so before you hear from me again, got some new inspiration tonight – really need to run with it!!

Part 1                   Part 2

“Ok – is there any plan here?” he asked.

“Yep, we’re not far from my house. We’ll stop ‘cause I need to pick up a few things, and we’ll pack up some drinks and a few munchies. We’re gonna need ‘um.” He looked at her expression, and then just laughed.

“Check’s been paid, so let’s go little lady,” he said in his most southern drawl.

They took his truck to her house to get a few road essentials. She printed up a map off the Internet, as she hadn’t driven this route in decades. Once they packed up a few Dr. Peppers, waters, and Starbucks Espresso and creams, and Vit C drinks, and some snacks, she sat and rolled some for the trip.

He could smell it when she opened the ball jar that held her weed. “Damn girl, you wasn’t kidding about the essentials. I like the way you travel.” She looked up at him and smiled, gave him a wink, and continued until she had ten rolled.

“Just in case,” she winked again. She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and said, “Let’s go – you ready?”

“Sure woman, whenever you are,” he replied. They packed their essentials in her car.

“Ok, but I don’t want you to leave your truck here, so can we take it up to the grocery store parking lot across the street? It’ll be safe there.”

“Whatever your heart desires, let’s do this,” he said gallantly. “I’ll follow you,” he said, adding “to wherever you want,” he trailed off under his breath so she wouldn’t hear him.

*          *          *

The night was nice, not too hot, though it was August in South Texas. The moon was full and it lit up the sky. It was a beautiful night for a road trip, a long drive down the coast, just listening to some awesome music and enjoying some great conversation. Once they got Travis’ truck parked, he hopped in with her. “Buckle up,” she said. She pulled out of the parking lot and hit the gas. “Look up out the sunroof, isn’t the moon beautiful tonight – nice and clear,” she said dreamily.

Travis felt like he was in some sort of dream. He was happy to have run into her, surprised she stayed without her friend, and shocked she invited him on this excursion. He hadn’t seen her in all these years and now they were taking a road trip together. No matter what, they’ll be gone at least twenty-four hours or more. He had not seen this coming. He was trying to get comfortable in the seat for the long drive, and this surreal situation. She was chatting about something, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was just looking at her in the moonlight.

Her white shorts really showed off her nice tanned legs. He wanted to touch them, but knew better. Her arms were tanned and soft – he knew this from dancing with her. He could see the dimple in Lyla’s shoulder, knew she had one on both sides. He remembered sticking his tongue in that little dimple, but damn that was a distant memory happening so many decades ago; they were just kids really. His mind began to wander to nostalgic times, memories he has treasured all his life.  

She was singing with the radio, “I walk a mile in your shoes, then I’m a mile away, and I got your shoes.” She laughed, “The first time I really paid attention to the words of this song, I had to laugh – struck me as funny.” She hit the button to start the song over. “You like Kings of Leon?” she asked him.

“Hadn’t paid much attention to ‘um. Seems like my nephews were trying to get me to listen to them, but never heard too much. Sounds pretty good. You seem to know all the words,” Travis  commented.

“I would love to see them in concert,” she replied. “I have several of their cd’s. I’ll school ya on them good on this trip. Good driving music,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Lyla, what are you planning to tattoo on that sweet body of yours, dare I ask,” he said with his southern charm.

“Well, I been thinking about it, and my sister has this cool heart tattoo with her granddaughter’s name in it. Now I can’t do that, but I can do something with all three of my girls’ first two initials, maybe wrapped in a heart or something. Not sure exactly, but leaning towards that idea.”

“And where pray tell are you planning on that getting this tattoo, darlin?” he laughed.

“I told ya,” she said.

“No. I mean where on your body, Lyla?” he looked at her.

“Aaahh, the magic question,” she laughed. “Where exactly have I decided to deface my virgin body? Hmmm . . . not sure exactly. Which spot hurts and bleeds the least?”

“And what if that’s your forehead?! Seriously, Lyla,” he laughed at her. “You haven’t really thought this out much have you?” He took a more serious tone, “Doesn’t really seem like you, at least from what I’ve gathered during our conversations. Actually, not trying to be a bummer, cause I love that I’m here, but neither does this trip, especially with me.” She glanced over at him, then up in the rearview mirror. “What is going on in that head of yours, girl?” he asked.

“Trav, I just needed to get away. Life has been bearing down on me lately, and the shit seems to be coming from all directions. I don’t know if I should jump, duck, go left, go right, twist, turn – fuck, I Just need a break. I been thinking about it for awhile, all summer as a matter of fact. I wasn’t comfortable going alone and no one I knew could get away. We were having a great time, the thought crossed my mind when I happened to be with you, I trust you and here we are. When I first mentioned it, I said friendly, so as not to mislead you of my intentions.”

She looked over at him lit up in the moonlight and he was looking back at her. “Are we good?” she asked.

“Sure Lyla, of course we’re good. I just don’t want you waking up tomorrow or the next day and regret anything, especially where I’m concerned.”

She took her hand off the steering wheel and touched his knee, “It’s all good. We’re gonna have fun – you’ll see. Oh I forgot to ask, you got some money,” she laughed loudly. “No seriously!” he saw her wink at him in the moonlight. He laughed heartily.

He couldn’t help himself, singing the last two verses of the Cranberries Linger as it played.

“And I’m in so deep. You know I’m such a fool for you.

You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.

Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,

Do you have to let it linger?

 

You know I’m such a fool for you.

You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.

Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,

Do you have to let it linger?”

(© Cranberries) 

“Now you’re getting comfy, singing with me and all!” she exclaimed joyfully, as she was singing, too. “You singing that tune with someone special in mind, since it’s the first lyrics you’ve yet to belt out and we’ve been on the road for a couple hours,” she asked, talking as friends do.

Travis laughed a slow deep chuckle, “Yeah, as a matter of fact woman, I was.”

She looked at him, replying, “Whatever . . .,” and giggled back. “You ready for some memories – let me put in this 70s Southern Rock cd.” She opened the dashboard compartment and pulled out the cd sitting on top, loading it into the player. She grabbed one of the joints and lit it up.

“Damn girl, that smells good!” he commented.

“Yeah, I know, it’s pretty good. My friend from Colorado grows it and gives it too me for my ailments,” she said. “Damn I get by with the help of many friends these days,” she trailed off. She passed it to him and cranked the stereo listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, Black Oak Arkansas, Allman Brothers, Charlie Daniels, Marshall Tucker, Little Feat, Outlaws, Blackfoot and more. They both sang and smoked, occasionally looking up at the stars and the moon through the open sunroof. The miles and the hours flew by quickly, it seemed. After awhile she looked over and his eyes were closed, but she wasn’t sure if he was asleep or praying, as in the dark it looked like his lips were moving just a little.

To be continued – Part 4 

[Part 5 – You Want To Make A Memory]

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15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. markbialczak
    Nov 18, 2014 @ 12:11:39

    It’s getting better, Sadie. That’s not a dig on the first parts, but a compliment to part 3. Dang, your characters are my era, doing my things from the wayback. Nice.

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    • ~ Sadie ~
      Nov 25, 2014 @ 14:19:01

      THANKS MARK 🙂 Making my day, here!! I feel like if guys like the story, than I must be hitting the mark in some way. For some reason, I notice I enjoy writing from the male’s perspective more in a lot of the situations – not sure why. I love writing dialog – probably because I love a good conversation 😉 Thanks again for taking the time to read and give me some feedback ❤

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      • markbialczak
        Nov 25, 2014 @ 14:40:19

        Maybe it’s because you’ve been listening to us guys talk your ear off your whole life, Sadie. 🙂 Keep it going. It’s bumpy, twisty, just like a trip in real life would be if two former lovers who’s been apart for that long met up in a bar one night and bam! Reconnected with unknown results on the horizon.

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      • ~ Sadie ~
        Nov 27, 2014 @ 02:54:14

        Mark – if you are interested, I would be honored if you would read a few other posts that actually give some more back story – a few are in the novel. I had changed the guy’s name from James to Travis in the novel – but on the blog, it’s Lyla & James. Here’s a link to all the stories about Lyla – just scroll down past the newest three. I like getting a male’s perspective. I have girlfriends & a couple of female writer friends that read my stuff & they like it – but a male’s perspective is different, especially if I can get a variety of ages, as I have with my female opinions. I know you are probably really busy, but if you get a few mins – https://windchimesanddreamcatchers.wordpress.com/tag/lyla/
        Like I mentioned, I have been playing with Lyla and this story for many years (like about 15 yrs.). I have other pieces from college I wrote and parts of the overall story in my head. Any constructive criticism is appreciated 🙂

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  6. yprior1
    Jan 09, 2015 @ 21:38:41

    well Sadie- enjoyed this -= and my favorite past of this segment was just a smooth little way you first had him look at her in the moonlight – then she looked at him thru it (“She looked over at him lit up in the moonlight”)
    and then you end this section with
    “she looked over and his eyes were closed”

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  8. yprior1
    Jan 29, 2015 @ 05:45:46

    sadie – this song totally reminded me of your lyla and james – when they danced…

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    • ~ Sadie ~
      Feb 02, 2015 @ 12:52:18

      Yvette – I LOVE this song & had never heard it before! AND the fact that you heard it & were still thinking about my Lyla & James, though romantic fiction isn’t your fav is – to me – one of the highest compliments!!! I have been working more on the novel and your comments are certainly motivation for me to keep going, even on days that I think maybe I am wasting my time . . .
      {{HUGS}} to you, my friend, for your time, encouragement, support, & kind words ❤

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      • yprior1
        Feb 03, 2015 @ 10:42:29

        thanks for saying that Sadie – and I think you have showed me a side to this genre that I did not know – and well, I guess I just was limited in my thinking as I was thinking of the soft porn industry with those slutty books that come across as romantic fiction – when it really is just erotic writing that – well – is not my thing.
        and isn’t it great to keep learning – I mean – we always say we are a lifelong learner (and I even used that as a tag line recently – ha!) but reading your work has showed me stuff.
        and another thing it showed me was that I love when romantic scenes are well done – and so I very much do (in fact) like certain parts of it – and I think you are doing a classy job with rich details.
        and then I was thinking of some of my favorite scenes from Monk – little romantic scenes – and realized those writers wee doing exactly what you did with L & J – they gave us an experience. and here is one snippet form monk – just for fun:

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  9. ~ Sadie ~
    Jun 18, 2015 @ 00:58:50

    Yvette – had read your wonderful comment, but had never watched this video, I am working on getting my head in the right place (novel-wise) and have begun working on the novel again. This video was awesome! To me the nuances and subtleties that go into relationships and attractions is so much more than sex – it’s like a dance, a poem, a painting – and the right dialog and body language makes it all work when writing! Sexual tension, flirtatiousness, nervousness, and indecisiveness can be so much richer than the sex itself. Well IMHO anyway – one of the reasons I love old movies!! Thanks again for being so vested in Lyla & James. I have more, so maybe I will try & post a new installment soon – would be a good motivator for me 🙂 Hope this finds you doing well!

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