Yesterday, she told me that she just couldn't get into it... that if it were a
novel, she might be able to read it. This is for her... and anyone else
who appreciates silliness and literacy. What a mix.
SLICE OF LIFE POST #23: A Romantic Novella About
Fluency:
LEYENDO'S FIERY PASSION FOR FLUENCY
On a dark moonless summer night, with only occasional bolts of
heat lightning to relieve the blackness, Fluency stretched her smooth legs as
best as she could while driving the rented moving van. All her favorite
picture books and juvenile novels were stuffed behind her as she drove the long
five hour trip. She turned left onto a gravel road, almost there now, almost to
her new home in the country and to her new life in nearby Angola, Indiana.
Off in the distance, an orange, yellow, and red glow flickered on
the horizon. A fire! Oh no!
Fluency made a return sweep to the left, pulling into the long
winding driveway as flames leaped, dancing in the wind, while devouring the old
weathered schoolhouse. With natural prowess, she jumped from the van and
effortlessly toward the blaze. That schoolhouse was supposed to be an rural
library and headquarters for her new job. Fluency felt like she was watching a
funeral pyre for her new life. What kind of sign was this for her new
beginning?
The fire, hot as the engine of her van, singed her chocolate hair
as she rhythmically ran into the choking cloud of billowing black smoke. She
collided into what felt like a brick wall and her knees buckled causing her to
pause at just the right moment...
"Whoa….. little seniorita," a voice
broke into the darkness. Large gentle hands clasped her shoulders to stop
her from falling upon impact, and then guided her back out of the heat.
Little did he know, but Fluency would be the best thing that ever happened to
him.
Fluency's heart caught at the sound of the deep, rich baritone
voice. His ebony eyes locked onto her sapphire ones then widened with surprise.
Or was it appreciation? Perhaps the scorching heat was slowing down her
rate of thinking?
Something firm pressed against her chest before she realized his
brawny arms were filled with books that he was rescuing from the fire! Although
glistening with sweat and smudged with charcoal, too sooty to distinguish his
features, he seemed like a knight in not-quite shimmering armor. "Who are
you?" Fluency whispered.
"I am…. Leyendo."
He remembered his manners at the same time as the heavy weights in arms.
"Here."
He thrust the bundle of books into her arms before brushing a
stray lock of hair from her lovely heart-shaped face. He took a giant step
back, as an emergent reader might retreat from a chapter book. Her
smooth, fluid form seemed out of reach. Leyendo wondered
why no one warned him he would yearn for Fluency so very much.
"You.. must be Fluency, the new reading teacher," he
tossed a book over his shoulder as he again moved toward the schoolhouse to
save more precious literature. He had many false starts, heading toward the
building, stopping for reasons unclear, then strangely backing up and
restarting. Fluency wondered if he would ever make it; he seemed so
unsure of himself. He seemed to be relying on only one strategy in
determining how approach the texts.
Fluency settled with the books on the grass, well away from the
blazing schoolhouse, as fire engines roared into the driveway. Firemen hollered
out directions to each other, working in harmony with hoses to blast water into
flames. Leyendo hauled out Newberys and Caldecotts, handing them, along with
three more classics, Fluency, before dashing back for another rescue. He
had unsteady movements, yet she sensed his desire for her.
Professionals that they were, the firemen had the inferno down to
a smolder in no time. One of the fire fighters led Fluency to a large
neighboring ranch house at the end of the lane and told her to store her
reading materials and conduct her lessons there for a while.
Although she kept her hands busy by wiping the soot from the
books, her mind zoomed from one worry to another with the speed of a reader who
thinks that rate is everything.
Oh no. Would her new teaching partner want to rebuild the
library? She'd never spoken with him directly. What did the future
hold for her?
Fluency sighed deeply. Only two hours ago she was felt like
her life was going smoothly with virtually no unnecessary pauses or
stops. She thought she was finally going to get to express who she really
was and finally be deeply understood.
Despite the schoolhouse in ashes down the lane, again and again,
she wondered just WHO precisely was Leyendo? Where had he come from and would
she see him again? He wasn't what she would call handsome, covered head to toe
in grime, but there was something about him – she sensed he needed her… and she
was drawn to him… perhaps she could help him develop his prosody… he seemed so
unsure of himself. When his gaze met hers, it was as alluring as
eyes on text. If only she could put him at ease, help him build
confidence.
Well, Fluency conceded, their head-on collision could have knocked
her senses out of whack. She'd simply misread their physical impact. Nah. It
wasn't chemistry. He just had to put in so much effort but still seemed
stilted, and unsure of himself when he met her. He had to focus all of
his attention on getting the books, but he didn’t seem to comprehend the
importance of their contents. He could not infer what this meant to her
life. She saw all of that in the dewy stare of his eyes when he had
dropped the firm, heavy books into her arms. It was as if he had all of
the desire and tools but just didn’t know what to do with them. Perhaps…
yes, she could teach him. She would start out with easy things to build his confidence, gradually trying harder and harder work.
She no sooner settled the books into a make-shift bed, than she
heard the smooth baritone that Fluency recalled from earlier. She turned her
head toward its source and her mouth went dry. Surely this wasn't
Leyendo? This man was freshly showered, his features no longer smudged
and indistinguishable. She inhaled deeply as she detected the pleasant
sensation of his desire to read with a hint of the smell of a newly opened
book. With his bronzed coloring, salt and pepper hair, and ebony eyes that also
held a mixture of uncertainty, particularly when he saw the books spread out on
the bed. This was Leyendo-the-book-rescuer, a hero of sorts.
‘
Yet he smiled slowly at her gaping mouth and that rich deep tone
rumbled, "You okay… Fluency?"
Wow! Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze away from his before her
face could betray her thoughts. He looked like a modern-day gladiator with
broad shoulders, corded neck, and perfectly sculpted face. He leaned over her
and picked up a book.
When she dared another glance, he stared at her for a moment. From
the twitching at the corner of his mouth, Fluency guessed he was trying to read
again. She wasn't sure if she wanted to slap him or kiss him now. Instead, she
cleared her throat. Twice. "I'm as full of expression and accuracy as
ever."
Leyendo leaned his back against the wall and stuck his hands in
his belt loops, regarding her with that same forced smile and a look behind his
eyes as if he knew he needed to increase his reading performance.
Disturbed, Fluency looked away.
Leyendo held out one large hand. "I'm Leyendo No-Fluidez by the way."
When her much smaller hand gripped his in a handshake, Leyendo
attempted to regulate his breathing while he tried to find words for what he wanted to say. He kept hesitating. He would start to speak but then stop. He'd prayed for God to smooth his way, to make his path to
better reading more obvious. Was Fluency the answer?
Now this woman was fresh-out of places to live until the
schoolhouse was reconstructed as the new library. How did you invite a
desirable creature like Fluency—something you have never known—into your life
without sounding desperate?
He hesitated, then, "Welcome to Angola, Fluency."
She snorted, doubting his willingness to continue their
relationship.
Leyendo tried to catch his breath, reminding himself of why he
couldn't let himself pay so much attention to Fluency… He had worked so
hard just to decode her face, her words. Now would he dare to get closer
to her smooth, expressive body?
Yet he reached for her toned, paper-cut fingers. Her touch was
smooth, expressive. "Hmm. Start an inferno… is right."
He reluctantly released her hand when she tugged. She nibbled on
her bottom lip as her sapphire eyes narrowed on him. Her honey-sweet voice
seemed to pick up a little spice when she asked, "How was it that you were
there at the fire so quickly?"
"I live here. I… I have been reading… and re-reading…
trying to build stamina… Fluency, you see, I am going to work here… in
the new school. "
She swallowed hard, then practically squeaked her realization.
"YOU … have been building your stamina? Have you tried oral
reading? Cloze reading? Partner reading? REPEATED
reading?"
It wasn't a question. For the first time, Leyendo wondered
if the attraction went both ways. She didn't sound necessarily pleased about
it. In fact, her next statement sounded more like an accusation. "YOU are
my new partner!"
Leyendo nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Leyendo No-Fluidez at your
service. Don't worry. We'll rebuild the library, while you and I
build my… reading fluency. You hold the key.”
She tossed her hands in the air before hitching a thumb back
toward the lane. "I can't exactly live in that moving van while the
library—and your reading fluency--are under construction."
Leyendo took a step toward her and closed the gap. He watched her
breathing speed up. "You can live with me until then. There's lots of
rooms to choose from. I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship.
We can read books together… we can cloze read, partner read, choral read, and
re-read over and over again. I promise to improve my stamina and my
overall performance.”
She shook her head, flipping chocolate hair back over her
shoulder, then tipped her stubborn chin in the air. "That's partnership,
mister. Not relationship. I can read you like a sight word."
"Yes," Leyendo agreed. "It takes an
equal partnership for any relationship to work. Just like reading rate
and accuracy work together to build prosody. I know that I need automaticity with sight words, too. After you interviewed
for the job, the teacher you're replacing told me you're sweet, big-hearted,
and a smooth reader. He failed, however, to mention how beautiful you are and
how much meaning you could bring to my… reading."
She grumbled, "He failed to mention my future partner could
double for a male model if he needed a change of employment… and that he would
need to put some work into understanding that he cannot just race through a
text and think he will have Fluency."
She whipped her eyes off his form-fitting t-shirt toward a
treasured copy of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY... she silently wondered if this text
would firm up his desire for the work that needed done; but she knew she would have to provide a lot of extra tutoring. Perhaps she'd start with having him track text with his fingers... perhaps she could even find his Lexile level. How "lexy."
Leyendo shook his head. Oh yes, this would be
interesting. She was definitely interested in him whether she wished it
so or not. God had definitely handed Leyendo a blessing when He sent
Fluency. The schoolhouse’s burning down was like a flashing neon sign for
Leyendo's life, sending Fluency into more than his business, sending her into
his reading as well.
Leyendo motioned toward the hallway. "Pick a room, any room,
for your stay. Then I'll help you carry in your suitcases so you can
shower away the smoke and soot from the fire. In the morning, I'll help you
unload the books from the moving van."
He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Welcome home, Dr. Fluency
Importante." He seemed to accept that he needed to spend more
time with Fluency.
Relieved, Fluency spun around and with a sweeping movement from
left to right, headed toward the hallway. She looked over her shoulder
and smiled, “We will start tomorrow morning, first thing with Cloze
reading. I will need to cover text and keep you engaged. It will be
fun.”
Leyendo smiled after her. Feisty. Dang but if he
didn't like that about her too. He would have to work for her. He knew
that she would never use the difference in their reading abilities to cause him
embarrassment or confusion. He would learn to instantaneously recognize sight
words and move into building his stamina across phrases… and longer, harder
sentences. He pictured long hours of tenderly cradling her books in his
longing hands, listening to her smooth, expressive lips model prosody for him.
She might even have to direct him at first. And then he would
practice with her… over and over… until it felt natural and comfortable, which
is what he desperately needed. He would bring meaning to his work,
opening up new worlds.
And then one day, he would possess Fluency. Yes,
Fluency would be HIS.
THE END