10 - Lana

10 - Lana

A Chapter by Tertia

Chapter 10

‘The most important thing about your appearance is your hair and feet. People don’t look at anything else, not in their subconscious mind’s eye they don’t and that’s what matters. So this morning we are going to spend a little time making sure those things are perfect for your date. Her eyes will look over you in a glance taking in what she thinks she knows and sees, and will construct an image of you, but not realising what she’s looking at. It’s the details that matter. I would wear your best jeans and a nice shirt to be on the safe side, but it’s not necessary,’ she said without pausing for breath. She looked at him, he was thin from bad eating and over drinking.

‘Right,’ Lucas said, not knowing what to say.

‘Now stand up, let’s have a proper look at you,’ she ordered. He got up off the bed and she man-handled him around, manoeuvring him by his wrist and by pushing his shoulders this way and that. Her eyes lingered on his back and arse, he wasn’t too bad. ‘You look a total mess, you look like a first year. You need to have a shower and a proper shave. Then come back here and I’ll chose you some clothes and polish your boots. And leave your hair wet, I want to cut it at the front. I’m surprised she wants to go out with you, I wouldn’t go out with you not in your condition, your skin is all blotchy,’ she pinched his face. ‘Crikey. What time is this so-called date?’

‘Twelve noon,’ he mumbled. She wouldn’t go out with him? He was surprised she was even considering it.

‘That’s early?’

‘It’s to do with the light, Celia. I’m painting, remember?’ he said impatiently, drawing out his words for emphasis. He sloped off to the bathroom and felt her eyes on him and as he looked at her she looked down, grabbed his black boots and started polishing them vigourously.

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Lucas walked with long strides with determination up the steep and winding path, he marched across the open fields and styes until he reached the last hill that looked down on the remote harbour. He walked quickly with no time to brush his hands against pretty flowers and grass heads, realising he had made himself early. Daggs’s words ran through his mind...’The most important thing about your appearance is your hair and feet’...He checked his hair, that she had spent so long adjusting and giving more volume to with hairspray which was an alien substance to him. The silver buckles on his black boots shone, glinting and reflecting the noon sun.

It made him feel good and gave him confidence and from that a calmness came which percolated into a certain amount of positive feeling, he felt that good things were obtainable and so he felt unbeatable and knew that that would in some curious way bring him that elusive substance, luck. He felt lucky so he would get lucky, it was a force of self-perpetuation.

‘Thanks, Daggs,’ he said under his breath, thinking of her and what she had done for him. He remembered what she had said when they had first met and got to know each other...’You are a cold fish, Verrs’ and ‘Remember the pact we made’...Was her opinion of him slowly changing?

Lana hadn’t arrived yet, but it was her prerogative to be late. Sitting near where he had on Saturday he set himself up to paint. He knew where he wanted to paint her so he painted around the area where she would be, leaving a gap of white in the centre of the paper. Although cloudy, the light was good, it was a fair day and wasn’t raining.

‘Hello,’ she said from nowhere, catching him unaware. ‘Where do you want me?’ She stared down at the painting so far and put herself more or less where he had in mind, sitting herself on a high, dry tuft of grass.

‘Hello,’ he said with a big smile. She wasn’t so tomboyish now, she wore a simple red dress and had let her hair down. She didn’t have overalls covered in paint.

‘You look different,’ she said.

‘Oh?’ he said, not looking up.

‘In a good way,’

‘Good,’ he said starting to draw her frame. ‘Well, you look fantastic, the perfect model,’

‘Yeah yeah, it’s because I’m being painted,’ she laughed, then quickly losing attention looked for something in her bag.

‘Oh right, are you really? Listen don’t move around,’ he ordered. She sat still and quietly, smiling a little. ‘Anyway I don’t know your name,’

‘Lana,’

‘That’s a nice name,’ he drew most of her, but the face was difficult, a millimetre here or there could make someone look completely different. A heavy line could alter the shape of the face. He had done it so many times in life class, but like everything in reality it took years of experience and trial and error to finely hone a skill like that. It took luck and because of that he had brought plenty of paper. After three quarters of an hour he had completed most of the picture and was ready to show it to her. ‘You can have a look if you like,’

She came over to him, stretching her legs as she was stiff from sitting. ‘Oh wow, that’s really good, you’ve caught me,’ she beamed happily, looking closely. ‘It’s me,’

‘Good, I am so glad you like it,’ he said adding finishing touches here and there while Lana looked at it closely.

‘It does look like me, you’re really good,’ she said second looking him.

‘You can have it,’ he said washing out his brushes in the jam jar making the water a murky blue.

‘Really? Thank you, thanks so much,’ she said. Holding the picture, she kissed him on the cheek. He started a smile, not moving, not looking at her. ‘It’s a present,’ She kissed him again and he turned to her, smiling, a little taken back. He looked up at the clouds, they had turned grey and were beginning to spit rain. He gathered up his things. ‘As I haven’t brought you any flowers,’

‘You think this is a date?’

‘Sort of, don’t you?’

‘Yes, In a way,’ she laughed

‘Come on, let’s go somewhere dry,’ They went to the only bar-cafe near the remote harbour and drunk coffee and ate cake, but as the hours passed the coffee turned to beer and the cake became crisps. She held the picture with pride and looked at it every few minutes. The day darkened as the early evening came and the beginning of dusk arrived in the form of long shadows and silhouettes of birds high above them.

As the darkness began to settle and the first of the stars came out they wandered across the fields hand in hand, knowing they wouldn’t see each other again. Lucas reached out for the long grasses and stems of wildflowers to slow them down, making the most of their moments together. They kissed again, longer and more passionately this time, without restraint. He led her to the cover of the long grass and there they were lovers.

It was so intense and made a sudden burst of energy rush around him from head to feet to fingertips to core. He was connected to everything, he could sense the power of nature, the motion of the grass in the fields, he became aware of the land and he felt that all that power harnessed in him too. He was attuned to the world, he was a part of it, at one and the feeling crashed in on him, in his body and then lingered intense in his head. All was perfect, all was good and all was over before it had begun, as it was such a rush.

A sea breeze blew across his open shirt and hot, sweating skin, it messed his hair and refreshed him with its bolts of cold jets. It made the heady scent of lavender swirl up in his senses, he was high and out of control as he swaggered back to the house.









© 2021 Tertia


Author's Note

Tertia
In the next chapter Daggs pays her forfeit as Lucas’s life model

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Daggs has apparently been moved to stage left in this installment, Verrs' attention now being fixed on Lana, who has agreed to model for him. He paints her and she approves of his work. They then go for refreshments. As they are walking later, they kiss and we are told Verrs leads her to the tall grass. We might expect a description of lovemaking next, but it appears Verrs has some kind of mystical experience. At the end he "swaggers" to the house. I felt a sort of disconnect in this last part.

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Tertia

1 Month Ago

I have now clarified this for you 😊



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Daggs has apparently been moved to stage left in this installment, Verrs' attention now being fixed on Lana, who has agreed to model for him. He paints her and she approves of his work. They then go for refreshments. As they are walking later, they kiss and we are told Verrs leads her to the tall grass. We might expect a description of lovemaking next, but it appears Verrs has some kind of mystical experience. At the end he "swaggers" to the house. I felt a sort of disconnect in this last part.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tertia

1 Month Ago

I have now clarified this for you 😊
I liked the way she made him prim and proper , it was a very sweet gesture!
Their date and his painting idea all went well, it shows how passionate was he with his stroke of brush. The tall grasses made him relaxed and he realised the power of nature..... One can connect with this elation.... Thank you for sharing

Posted 1 Month Ago


A sweet innocence and naivete seems to be the theme of this scene - if it was set to music it would sound dreamy and slow, sexy only in the way low saxophone music is sexy.
The kiss is perfect, no heat just a slight glow. The last two paragraphs are a change in narration an have an unresolved feel for this reader as he led her into the tall grass and then began telling the reader about his feelings. Great feelings granted, but why does he feel all this? What happened in the tall grass to cause his elation? In this instance the experience in the grass needs to be mentioned, or the elation tamped down, or a line of transition taking him from grass to "swaggered back to is house", or so it seems to this reader.

Thank you for sharing and thank you for asking me to read your fine chapter it was my pleasure and delight.


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Tertia

1 Month Ago

I have now clarified this for you 😊
Delmar Cooper

1 Month Ago

I am flattered you made an ammendation to your story based on my comment. " and there they were lov.. read more
this is a very good chapter,,feet,damn

Posted 1 Month Ago



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