Straw Hat Age Novels & Stories

Charlie's face. He was grinning and dabbing sweat from his forehead with a hand towel. "Good morning, Miss Ariana. You need a hand?" he asked softly. Although he was old, his voice still sounded like that of a younger man. Not a hint of "gravel" yet. His eyes were locked in on my chest. I followed his gaze to realize that my vigorous yanking on the mower cord had almost caused my whole left breast to plop out of my sports bra. My areola and a generous helping of titty meat were on full display for Mr. Charlie. I quickly stuffed my breast back into my tight sports bra and stood up straight. Mr. Charlie was about 70 years old, a Vietnam vet as obvious by the "Vietnam Veteran" hat he always wor

The large straw hat hid her face and the loose shirt shrouded her body. Rye let out a sigh when Li-an entered the house. "How old is Li-an?" "Hmm... About late twenties or early thirties," Sam said after a few seconds. "Does she look familiar?" "I--no... She moves like..." Rye replied slowly. The way Li-an flicked her head seemed familiar. Languid... Rye blinked his eyes. He shook his head. "Oh, I thought you knew each other before." Sam pushed up his spectacles. "Like childhood friends?"

I say as a half-joke. The stranger folds his arms, flexing his biceps and I swallow again. He notices my staring and his lips curl in a half-smile. “How old are you?” “Here.” I fish out my ID from my pocket and stretch it to him. He doesn’t collect it, not even a peek at it to know my name. “I’m nineteen.” “Nineteen?” Technically, nineteen is seventeen plus two years, so I can pass for a sweet nineteen. “Yes.”

That evening, I sat in-between his thighs and his long fingers played with a few strands of my rich, golden blonde hair. “ Haven't seen you come here in ages.” Hattie, the old caretaker who has aged more in just a space of five years. Probably in her nineties and goes around with the help of a walking stick. On most days, she is seen tending to the yard while on other days, she's just there to tell you tales of wild stuffs that never happened. “ Hattie. Still alive, I see.” I always ask her this whenever I see her. Asides being old and having a few years to live on earth, she always ends every story with ‘ still alive, as you can see.’

She didn’t recall ever seeing someone wear them before, outside of a TV show or movie. And straw hats. Some western, some more like something you’d expect to find on Tom Sawyer. Or Ellie May Clampett. Man alive, she knew Tribute was a small town, but this was ridiculous. She shook her head again and focused her attention on looking for Carlucci. Maybe she would ask him, use the overalls as an icebreaker. And there he was, sauntering out the door with a group of boys, all of them—including Carlucci—wearing the ubiquitous bib overalls. She got out of her car and crossed the street, where she stood at the end of the

I smiled with gratitude at his effort. I pulled him into a hug. His cologne intriguing my senses along with his shower scent. His black T-shirt hugged his chest well and his dark green cargo pants hanging below his waist and resting upon his black air jordans. I definitely did have a crush on him but I wasn't awkward about it. Besides, I didn't expect him to fancy an interest in me as I was younger than him. I was turning eighteen and he was turning twenty-one. I didn't see much to it, as it was barely an age gap. His red hair was in layers as his faze cap was slinged backwards.

Harriet's mind was filled with so many questions. Zaha didn't seem to have any bad intentions with Arai, after their first meeting that Harriet had witnessed earlier in the restaurant. Zaha seemed like… he was missing Arai? Harriet became very curious about what had happened eleven years ago between the two of them. Wasn't that when Arai was about 15 years old? Wait, how old was Zaha Serpentes?

Halfway through my time abroad, a problem arose with a new project, forcing me to return home to handle it. That's when I learned that Steven and Jenny had held a grand, extravagant wedding. Not only that, but they had also announced that Jenny was pregnant. Apparently, they'd tried sending me a wedding invite, but I was off skiing that time so I hadn't the slightest clue. Not that I would have cared anyway, seeing how it didn't faze me in the slightest now.

He kept in shape and at 58 years old, he still looked like the Hollywood star that he is. A fedora hat hung above his blonde hair that he kept longer than how he used to in his younger days. The grey blended nicely with his very light yellow hair. While his peer resorted to plastic surgery to make their face look tight, Josh let his wrinkles flourish every time he showed his million-dollar smile from his signature pouty lips.

Stalling wouldn't help me much in any case. Standing before the mirror, my hair is neatly tied in a ponytail, and the floral pink on my top elegantly complements my skin. But a few stubborn lines of exhaustion peek under my little makeup, making me look older. I scrunch my nose in disgust, then quickly let down my hair, combing through the waves with my fingers. Maybe I should wear a hat? That way, people won't recognize me. Nodding, I grab a black hat and put it on.