The Movie of the Book.

I resist being the me she knows until the movie ends. By the time I got to Brown’s, I just bloody knew everyone would be staring at me. They stare because I’m strange-looking, I’ve been mocked before. Minging. It stays with me. The room stops to think for a moment about how not to behave. Janise is my rock, she is the third-best bodybuilder in the region. I’m rich, beyond my retirement. I bring her to the Sunday book club. It might not seem like the steamiest of dates but I’m smart. I’m a 5 she’s a 10. I realised the more I read romantic stories, the more right ideas stuck in my mind; steps to swoon, being mysterious, making the beauty mine! She doesn’t say much in the beginning but I get to ask her the bold questions.

My retirement is built on three things: Rationale, money and effort. I’m more of a manly man but I read THE BURN FOR THE MANOR’S BACHELOR. I make something up for the room, even if the main character has some rather edgy thoughts and ramblings…There were some mighty gemstones in there for me to remember. I even mention some of them to see if I’m on the right track.

I’m misled by Janise. She briefs the room on the 80s, she says that I became obsessed with movies back then. Then she spoke to everyone else, beautifully. Then, I thought my eyes were deceiving me… subtitles in a big box just slid in below her. More than freaked, I turned to everyone else. No reactions. There was text beneath everything she said! I look down to my sturdy seat that blends before my eyes into a movie theatre sofa. My brew, spilled. I’m sitting there watching the movie of Janise’s revelations on desire. How on earth do I get back to the room!?

The marker is thrown to me through the screen, everyone scribbles their reviews. Then S***! I’m in the movie. The book clubbers have moved into the movie theatre seats. They talk, muffled but they are ready for me to reveal my recommendations. The spotlight shines onto me, I’m in my bedroom. For some reason, I use the marker to draw big bold lips on my hand. I started making out with it. Moments go by. Then, remembering… I shake with embarrassment. My shame!

The theatre swells boomingly not of laughter, but in sobs. I see Janise effected the most. I scream to her. Then, she slaps me. Tomas, are you gonna buy the book or are we gonna get the hell out of here? This bookstore is starting to make me feel a bit strange.

The End.

This myth was made for Rachel. By The Myth Maker