You are Beautiful. Boomer Episode 9 by Dewey Edward Chester

You are Beautiful. Boomer Episode 9 by Dewey Edward Chester

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You are Beautiful. Boomer Episode 9 by Dewey Edward Chester

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Boomer Part 1. Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7 Episode 8

The wind was threatening the leaves on the Sycamore trees, but sunlight danced and sparkled on the greens. It was one of Pittsburgh’s gold-autumn days when Bigelow Boulevard was decorated with golden Panthers; one of those breezy sort of days.

It held no warmth for Samantha O’Neal; dating a Black man was out of the question. Samantha was thinking this while dodging Bigelow traffic.

She walked barefoot through campus. Her college class was in the Cathedral of Learning.

In the shadows, classmate Laura Ellis stopped her. “No!” she told Laura —— Games were stupid. Why didn’t Laura understand? Life was more important than silly football Games. Samantha was a Conservative girl.

She heard Laura say —– “Michael’s going to be famous.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve watched him play.”

Cathedral chimes interrupted, and they sprinted their last steps to class.

Laura contrasted Samantha; she was a college girl who admitted she was Liberal, and right about Black men: a girl could never see them as they were. To do so was against the Rules.

She kept her secret, coiled, yet to spring.

I first met Laura inside Panther Hollow. A path went through woods, to the edge of a meadow. I walked past her but glanced back, to say—-“You are beautiful!” We stood under a Sycamore tree. The leaves were red and gold. She walked away, but suddenly turned back to say—-“Your campus speeches intrigue me.”

“Revolutionary at best,” I laughed. She was a fool, I reasoned. Like all White women—– she wore the sash of superiority. Her head stuffed with lies; her belly full of ice.

I studied her closely. She was a bold looking girl: tawny hair, freckled face and a swift athletic style. I hated supremacy. I would tie her to a stake; cut her throat. Inhabit her….destroy her aristocracy. White women followed the Rules.

The breeze inflated her skirt. Her hair floated behind, and for an instant did I see a twinkle in her eyes?

I gazed down her flank. An embrace would start a war; our climax, a blow against the law.

“You’re beautiful,” I said again.

“It’s your eyes,” she replied, puzzled. “I’m good at eyes.”

I warned, “I’ve got baggage.”

“I could care less,” she smiled.

She was in my arms. Her body strained against mine. Her hair was against my face. She turned herself up and I was kissing her thin red mouth.

She clasped her arms about my neck; she called me ‘Loved One’

I pulled her to the ground. “Have you done this before?” I asked.

She answered slowly, “Promiscuity was discouraged in my family.”

My heart leaped. She was a virgin! I would corrupt her.

I pulled her to her knees and said, “I hate the Rules. I hate what they’ve done. I seek to start a revolution!”

She answered easily, “I seek to start one, too!” She grinned.

“Then, you like revolt?”

“I adore it.”

I smelled her passion, and pressed her down upon the grass.

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  • Dewey Edward Chester


    I am getting drunk with the beauty of images you find for me. This one is AWESOME!

    I pray so hard that my words will match the Art of your selections. The whole world can

    see your gift, Isabel, and for that I am grateful.


  • i can always find a defining link in your words to my own experiences – even down to exact phrases/words i’ve said before under the same or similar circumstances – as in, you’re beautiful – a phrase i used long ago in almost identical circumstances – the man to whom i said those words was named rod alexander – a football player at the university i attended – our paths crossed one summer day as we both were hurrying across campus to our respective classes – i saw him coming – he took my breath away – we both stopped just past each other and turned around – and i said to him, “you’re beautiful” – his hair was in an afro – his skin chestnut brown – his eyes never left mine – that was the beginning – the rest is history as they say – or, in this case, herstory –

  • Dewey Edward Chester

    My metaphore is secure, within you, Jenean, eternally.
    We Are One!

  • There is Beauty in your wonderful prose. The time of Revolution combined with Passion does take one’s breath away. May Michael find his Peace under the Sycamore tree and go on to do great things!

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Dewey Edward Chester, Ph.D. (eq.), is a Los Angeles Professor of Screenwriting, and the author of “Boomer: Sex, Race and Professional Football.” He is a former professional football player, and was nominated for the prestigious White House Fellowship for Journalism Award, sponsored by President Bill Clinton’s Administration. **Boomer by Dewey Edward Chester is also on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Enjoy the reading, you cannot be indifferent.

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