Kyle Greifenhagen
Stories (5/0)
Waiting for Two Glasses of Merlot
The belt buckle was having its way with him and the man didn't like it one bit. Cursing, he fumbled with it for the umpteenth time before finally managing to secure it in place. Well, I guess that doesn't look so bad, the man thought to himself as his eyes lingered on the silver accessory. The tailor had assured him it was the newest style and that it would compliment his ensemble very well but it had been a long time since the man had purchased new clothing, let alone one belt worth more than all his others combined. For a moment he gawked at just how much he had spend on said ensemble but then the man remembered why he had spent so much on the first tailored outfit he had purchased in thirty years. He recalled the awkward meet-cute at the grocery store and the way that Vivian's hair had been so perfectly done up in an air tight bun. The man began tying his tie and thought of her regal walk, the way she commanded attention, and of the delicate yet fierce way she had of speaking. Chuckling softly as he quickly got the better of his tie, the man recalled fondly how she had asked him to grab the corn starch for her. “Always on the top shelf”, she had said as though rehearsing a practiced line, “how am I supposed to reach it up there?” He chuckled as he thought of how he had nearly dropped the box upon passing it to her. Vivian's eyes had shone with the most wonderful glow just then, a look that had filled the dullness of life ever since. The spark they showed at that moment re-kindled an energy in him that he was desperate to latch onto. And so, bumbling his way about, he had proceeded in asking her to tea. When she agreed without hesitation he was beside himself with a new found excitement and of course a new set of clothing was in order for such an occasion. At least I still know how to tie a tie, he thought snarkily as he glared down at his belt and then smiled with self satisfaction.
By Kyle Greifenhagen3 years ago in Humans
That Time I Went on a Date with (Maybe) the Future President
No one eats before a first date, right? It all started five years ago. I was about to go on my first date in a long time and my stomach was all butterflies and whiskey. She was tall, red haired and fair skinned and, as my buddy Jovi loved to tell me, so far out of my league that we weren't even playing the same sport. But, she had agreed to go on a date with me so I must have been doing something right.
By Kyle Greifenhagen3 years ago in Humans
A Glass of Merlot at the End of the World
On a train headed to nowhere, all the blinds were shut. Outside he steel walls and padded cars the world raged, a reminder that existence stood on the precipice. And for those inside the locomotive, this teetering reality could be blotted out by denial and the drawing of a shade. For now these passengers on fate's carrier were content to stall their inevitable fate as long as possible. For now they were content to lie.
By Kyle Greifenhagen3 years ago in Humans