Temperance

He coughed for a minute and then lifted his head up. All he could think about was Faith’s tanned legs. He wanted to touch them so bad but he could barely talk. Spit flew out of his mouth and onto the back of the passenger seat from all of his coughing.

“I’m ok. Just not used to it.”

Faith continued to smile at Edgar and get close to him. Time flew by as the clock hit 12:25 and it was almost time to go in. Edgar’s eyes were redder than a tomato, but he didn’t care.

Oh my god. I don’t know what to think. Should I say something or stay silent. What would she do if I touched her chest? Does water have a taste? I think I’ll go home and work on my book. Yes, that’s precisely what I’ll do. All these thoughts, all these thoughts, all these thoughts!!!!!!!

“Fucking booted,” is what came out of Edgar’s mouth.

“Hahaha. Yea so high,” Faith said.

A cold silence came about in the car as Gina parked to go back in school. The crew hoped out and walked crookedly down the block to their next class. Edgar had a smile from ear to ear and he wasn’t even happy.

So this is what weed does to you. It’s better than cocaine. It doesn’t make my nose or chest hurt. I feel tired though. Shit, I have to leave early to get my sister from school. I need some sleep.

He walked in the building and to his psychology class. His eyes were low and the smile he found wouldn’t disappear from his face. The room was empty as his peers continued having conversations in the hallway until the teachers began to escort them into their classrooms.

Oh man I’m so high. I think I’ll put my head down and go to sleep.

Edgar put his head down on his notebook in the back of the room and fell into a deep sleep. Not even a gong could awaken him at this point. He couldn’t control his mind as he began to dream and think.

It is hundreds of years ago in a small town village. People gather around in the middle of town to see an execution for the history books. Women were dressed with vales and black gowns, drunken men were cheering and knights were eager to put a young woman to death.

“We love you Joan!!!!” a woman yelled from a crowd of hundreds.

There she was, Joan of Arc. Being shown the way to heaven through a pit of flames. The knights prepared torches and tied her to a stake to be burned to death.

“Burn in hell bitch!!!” a man screamed.

What if I was to save someone, such as Joan? Like a knight in shinning armor would have done.

Gray clouds accumulated up in the sky. Rain started to fall on the pedestrians as a horse started to moan.

“Let thy lady free!!!!” a knight said.

I would have to be wearing all white armor and on a white horse.

A white horse charged the crowd and everyone scattered. The knights drew their swords and prepared for battle.

“I will not let ye take her!!”

Swords were swung and blood was splattered. The white knight made haste of the henchmen trying to burn Joan. He took her down from the stake and put her on his horse.

“Who are you?” Joan said.

“Just call me Ed.”