Immortal

We all seek things.

The precious.

The bold.

And the outright scary.

The little things that are defined by such. And as such can be defined in any order of which you choose such as, the story of a tired man all alone sitting on his porch on a hot summer night.

Beaten from the week, mentally and physically exhausted of the physical labor style aspect of the 12-hour construction job he had to undertake. This night was the first day off out of a longer stretch that he was finally digesting to its fullest.

He had gotten home to his domicile a mere 3 hours ago from traveling a mere 3 hours away. 6 hours overall of his travels on the asphalt to his credit.

He stunk as though a batch of red onions got molded and liquified.

Then tossed it into a sack of burned hair and mixed it all around so, it wasn't a secret his first destination would be the shower. A shower of wherein he took the leisure of collecting all of the best smells and body lotions a man would have.

Today he went for the Irish scent body wash and a timber burning smell shampoo to rinse his scalp.

Sitting on his outdoor throne under a bug lamp with its spooky blue toned glow. His slightly long hair was still wet and brandishing thus smell-allowing him to mentally hide behind it forgetting of his job.

He looked around for a moment listening to certain cars Wizz by. His eyes fixated upon a certain set and sound to welcome them around this time of night.

He went into his closet shorts pocket and pulled out his BEST cigarettes. BEST being the corny cliche of a discounted company that offers the best nicotine- a commodity that dear old only the lonely surely admires.

Fitting into his budget so perfectly.

He takes one out after smacking the box the few times your supposed to. Placing a stick to the far corner of the left side of his mouth curling his lips to cater to holding it.

He then went into his other pocket to retrieve his famous gold lighter.

A gold lighter that was a gift from his late uncle Dustin. His uncle was a proud man and a brilliant mind at that-he had a knack of creating.

Within the family he was the resident "Doctor Frankenstein."

The one thing he loved creating was the best stories that would really encompass your mind. Others can call him a plain "Author" but Uncle Dustin's stories were adapted to movies and various other t.v shows-when there pitched correctly.

Yeah-this work-a-Holic that had found his purpose into the rough conditions of hotel creating and parking lot paving construction.

Is one of the nephews of one "Great" Dustin Darling-Horror author, Fantasy creator, and most of all founder to a new trend of Game that is a mixture of a RPG meets the Suttle idea of a football game-except it wasn't football.

Just imagine the foreplay idea of it being centered around a group of five or more. Being put through the ringer by some unseen enemy where they have to play a game. A game of where they have to hunt down a list of monsters in some gaming landscape simply called "The Auroa".

The working title of this masterpiece is simply titled "The Immortal Game".

It was the last thing he had going into motion until he died in a car crash.

This lighter that now is resting comfortable in this young men's callused grasp. Was the lasting effect he wanted this nephew of his to remember him by.

As this lighter was a dirty gold with a slightly broken up skull. it was a trinket Uncle Dustin picked up on his last book tour in Maine. It somehow brought him great mojo from then on-despite picking up the filthy habit of actually smoking. It was his "superpower" that fed his creativity.

Now, him holding it while he flicked the Bic and ignited the orange glow to wake up his cigarette. He felt closer to his dear uncle in this aspect. Potentially searching for some of that power himself.

Suddenly as he inhaled one of those BEST after the smoke engulfed him, he heard those special tires. Those special clanks and light squeals of brakes that became customary to this certain person.

He looked over from his porch smiling while puffing as he saw her.

He was as giddy as a schoolboy.

Excited and filled with a sort of serenity that one gets when he sees the love of their life.

Her silhouette was curvy. But her identity was obvious as it was her strut that gave her away. He watched her get closer with Duffle bag in full view as well.

Their eyes had locked. Smiling. Breathing faster.

She walked closer to him so, he wouldn't get up to quick from his relaxed position.

They embraced each other so, strongly and passionately.

His face stuck his nose directly upon her opened skin-a benefit of the white tank top she was sporting due to the weather. He was intoxicated by her fragrance her lotions she has used and the perfume that was the cherry on top of it all. This moment was thee moment he was waiting for all week.

"Don't get that cigarette burning on me, ok? Mister"

She said playfully.

"Oh, I won't baby. Nothing will burn you ever when I am around. You know that."

He said in a romantic comeback before they both brought each other in for a long pressing kiss.