Roman Nose

Damn the archive story went to the top again. 
Bloody annoying this but nothing I can do. Today’s story is here SFAIC
Star denotes out of place archive story. 

‘I was only joking’ I implored her, ‘honestly.’

The look on her face suggested that she wanted to smash every tooth in my head; she was not a happy bunny and I was in the doghouse.

My crime was my sense of humour and my deadpan delivery. She'd asked me for one adjective to describe her nose, surreal I know but still that was the way her brain worked and that was why I loved her. I could have chosen pretty, I could have chosen cute but no, I chose Roman, a Roman nose.

As soon as I said it, I realised I was in trouble, I watched as the flames rose inside her. I thought the joke was so obvious she would laugh, her nose was the least Roman I'd ever seen. But I was learning quickly you didn't joke about these things. 

The best of OMD was playing on the stereo and as Andy McClusky started singing about Joan of Arc I thought that I might know how she felt.

‘Sweetness,’ I pleaded ‘sweetness, it was a joke, your nose is the cutest, prettiest, loveliest nose I’ve ever seen.’

I stroked her nose with the back of my curled index finger, she recoiled, pushing my hand away and looking at me like I had no right to take my place in the human race. But I persisted, I wasn’t gonna let my bigmouth strike again and ruin what had been a lovely evening. I smiled my cheekiest smile and kissed her nose. She pulled away again but this time not so quickly and not so violently. I tried again, another kiss on that ‘roman’ nose.  Was that just the smallest hint of a smile, had she started to melt? Was tenderness replacing the steeliness in her eyes? Yes I believe it was.

So to round off the me and my big mouth week, this story was one of my song stories. Where I intertwine lyrics of a song into the story being told. And no doubt you've guessed the song.