Crystalline Cool (15)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (15)"
  
   Things were wending in a non-weird direction of late for Dad and Duncan.  Reruns on the black and white, cigar smoke, stoic humor from the old man, as usual, and Roadkill finally pooping outside instead of on the hardwood floors; moreover, Duncan's labor and prayers were pointing the compass North, to the loving allegory of a motherly Earth.
   Yet, just went they were about to dig deep into their HUNGRY MAN  microwave dinners, with a fresh spinach salad to keep their bodies strong and have a non-calcified state of neurology--an angelic, meek knock came at the front door, and Roadkill resisted the smell of people food, sprinting the small distance to investigate, Dad hollering:  "It's open."
   Duncan was like:  "Dad, we don't know who it could be out here in the country."
   His Dad responded:  "I like surprises half-white boy."
   Next, the door opened ever so sweetly, and it was like a choir of angels began to sing as Aimee entered with her bright, toothy smile, Roadkill sitting down and smiling back at her with friendly and benevolent canine incisors. 
   Duncan's face blushed bright red, him blurting:  "Aimee, what are you doing here?"
   Dad shot a verbal arrowhead:  "That's no way to talk to a spirit-filled princess of the pastoral world."
   Aimee swung her cascading mane of yellow hair behind a pink sweater, her emerald-green eyes locked upon Duncan's chocolate-brown orbs, SURPRISE truly written over his face.
   She elegantly voiced:  "I don't want it to be over Duncan.  You're the sweetest guy I've ever met out in theses parts; plus, you never made a pass or an ass out of yourself--so gentle and tender you truly are--it can't end between us; specifically, it has to begin."
   His Dad interjected:  "Young boy needs blossoming flower, not old leather man."
   Duncan said wisely:  "You got that from the Karate Kid  movie Dad."
   Dad lit up a smoke, saying:  "Mr. Miyagi knows shit boy."