Walking down the sidewalk with my shopping bags in hand, you’d think I have everything I need. But then there’s you. On the other side of the busy street, chatting with your friends and seemingly having fun. But I know you’re not. You can’t be. Because I’m way over here.
This post was inspired by Tuesday Use It In A Sentence, hosted this week by My Loving Wife at A Word Adventure. Click the link and join in!
It all started with a fortune cookie: buying the lottery ticket; winning the jackpot; getting on the rocket, then landing on the moon… If she’d have shut up about that damned fortune cookie, we might not have left her there.
“I’m not here to amuse you,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
He lay on the bed regarding her silently.
“Which side do you want?”
No answer.
“Okay, I’ll choose.”
When she reclined, he made his move.
“Stop licking my face, or I’ll replace you with a real man.”
“You tryin’ to sell me somethin’ boy? ‘Coz if you are, I got somethin’ to tell you: I ain’t buyin’. M’kay? I just ain’t buyin’ yo crap. I’mma tell you somethin’ else – I ain’t listenin’ to yo crap!”
“Errr… I just wanted to know if you’d like fries with that.”
It wasn’t that Melissa didn’t like Teddy. It was the light in his eyes when he looked at her that she couldn’t abide. Half the time it made her feel as though she might be stuck with a man who followed her around like a pesky dog for the rest of her breathing days, and the other half of the time his glint-gaze gave her the creeps. She was afraid if she gave in and decided to sleep with him (finally) she might never wake up.
The one time she tried to end it it had been raining. She stood at the precipice of a puddle and he stood in it. She couldn’t help but wonder if his shoes were filled with water. How could she break up with a man with wet feet? Melissa may have been many things, but heartless wasn’t one of them.
So she decided to write him a poem. To let him down from a distance, where she wouldn’t know if he was standing in a puddle like a pathetic, gallant clown. Her first attempt was a limerick:
There once was a girl we won’t mention
Who was getting far too much attention
She was getting the creeps
When he said, ‘it’s for keeps’
But Melissa couldn’t come up with another word that rhymed with ‘attention,’ so she tried another:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m breaking up with you.
It seemed far too abrupt. And if she was going to be abrupt, why not just text him with the news? She tried:
Dear Teddy. I can’t see you any more. Your eyes are weird. Love, Melissa.
but she didn’t want to lead him on with the words ‘dear’ and ‘love.’
So in the end she simply approached him with a bucket of cold water, threw it at him and told him to figure it out for himself.
Melissa’s only regret is that she might have put his light out for good. Someone else should definitely have had the benefit of that light. Someone more deserving.
This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.com/2015/09/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-515/
Dear Mr. [insert name]
Let me start off by saying I’m your biggest fan. The first time I saw you it was like WHOA I’ve got to hear and see everything you’ve ever done because OMG you’re so beautiful!! So I went on Youtube and I must’ve spent like hours that first day watching. Your [insert name] is the absolute best ever!!!!
It’s been about [insert time period] since then and I feel like I know you. We’re like soulmates. I feel like I knew you in a past life or something and whenever I watch an interview with you I’m nodding my head. It’s almost as if I know what you’re going to say next!!! Your words are like heaven to me and we’re so alike it’s just amazing. I know that when we meet you’re going to feel it too.
I’ll be seeing you on [insert date] and I hope you’ll find me in the crowd. We’re meant to be together forever. I know it. It’s like fate or something.
Until then.
I love you forever.
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P.S. I’m getting a tattoo with your picture next week! I hope you’ll sign it for me and then I’ll get your signature tattooed too!!! 😀
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This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.com/2015/02/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-february-1415/#comment-39145
and Love Is In Da Blog: https://justfoolingaroundwithbee.wordpress.com/2015/02/08/love-is-in-da-blog-february-ping-back-post-rulessuggestions-week2/
The stage is set, the players, all fifteen of them, stand in the wings, waiting to go on. All are naked; some are bold, most are nervous. Among them, Armand is one of the youngest at twenty-one tender years of age. As he follows a woman of forty out onto the platform, he wills his body into submission, not wishing to show more of himself than he must. He wishes briefly that he had cut his hair so as not to be as conspicuous. He is aware of the soft strands brushing against his buttocks as he takes stage left.
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Notes in hand, textbooks tucked under her seat, Zelda sits in the audience among one hundred and fifty of her colleagues. Pen poised, her eyes drift over the bodies on stage, coming to rest upon the lithe, shy man at stage left. He scans the front row not lifting his gaze, probably lest he realizes just how many eyes are upon he and his fellow subjects. It never seems to matter to them that their audience is comprised of physicians whose interest in them is entirely clinical. It was, for Zelda, until today.
She shifts to the edge of her seat, staring at him. Willing him to look up to her fifth row seat. She has fallen in love, for as much good as it will do. Contact between physician and subject in this particular venue is forbidden. Getting backstage would be more difficult than breaching security at a rock concert.
Ignoring the rest of the class she stares only at him. When it is his turn to step forward she gasps involuntarily.
He looks up at her and a faint smile crosses his lips.
Perhaps in the next lifetime.
This post is part of SoCS. The prompt today is Scene/seen. Please join in! http://lindaghill.com/2015/01/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-january-3115/
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And… AND… JusJoJan!! http://lindaghill.com/2015/01/20/jusjojan-day-21-30-prompt/
by blinding me you have sensitized my surroundings. you breathe in my ear and my skin reaches for the air; gooseflesh tingles, lights a fire in my heart. the ground beneath me trembles, or so it seems. i feel you around me. i know you’re there. and then, suddenly, your mouth is on mine. your tongue licks my lips.
i need not light; when you are here i have everything.
this post is part of socs: http://lindaghill.com/2014/11/14/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-1514/
So yesterday afternoon, I was surprised with this little gem: THE Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story. Being the team player I am, I decided right away to pick up the gauntlet and take it for a spin. Ever been for a spin on a gauntlet? Well there’s good news! If you’re part of Team Pepper, you’ll get your turn!! And if not, read it anyway – it’s shaping up to be a great story!
The rules:
1. Add a new post on your blog with these rules, the story so far, and who’s been tagged.
2. Title and tag the post as Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story.
3. Add at least two sentences to the story.
4. Pick another Pepper to tag (preferably one who hasn’t already been tagged).
5. Add a link to your chosen Pepper’s about page to the Tagged list below.
The story:
Edward walked into the hotel lobby just as the sun began to light up the city. He dragged a large, heavy trunk to the reception desk and rang the bell.
As he waited for someone to answer the bell, he tried to calm his breathing and wiped his sweaty brow with his coat sleeve. He heard a soft thud from the trunk and jerked his head towards it. His eyes had just a touch of fear in them as he listened for any other sounds. He never meant for things to go this far.
when the concierge emerged from the door behind the registration desk Edward stood up straight and tug on the lapel of his coat and says, “Er.” The concierge huffs and says, “Yes, may I help you?” Edward clears his voice and stutters out, “Mr. Maddox told me to deliver this trunk here for him.” Before the concierge could respond Edward abruptly turns and quickly runs out the door.
“What the…,” the concierge half-yelled as Edward cleared the doors and ran down the street of still-waking businesses.
The concierge, Randy, was now more than a little put out. First, he had been interrupted while playing Candy Crush at the end of a dull night on the desk. Now, he was having to deal with miscreants leaving junk in the lobby. He hoped his boss didn’t walk in at that moment and chew him out for it.
“Well,” Randy thought, “I guess I can prop my feet up on this at the desk.” He slowly, but carefully as not to ruin the flooring, started to drag the trunk into the office.
As Randy dragged the Victorian-era trunk with brown leather bound maple paneling and shiny brass studs nailed into the trim, he noticed that the weight wasn’t distributed evenly. Grunting when he tried to lift the heavy luggage over a snag in the office carpet, he finally maneuvered the large object into position. This would be perfect for resting his tired feet, so he plopped his posterior into the cushy high-backed chair and threw his feet up onto the light side of the trunk.
Still bitter about his Candy Crush high score run getting interrupted, he decided to pull up Plants Versus Zombies 2 instead. Circulation returning to his legs, he vowed silently that no zombies would eat his brains tonight. He’d seen “Walking Dead.” They weren’t getting him or his sunflowers. Maybe it was thinking about zombies, perhaps it was thinking about how immobile he was if the zombie apocalypse hit, it could have even been the soup he made for dinner, but something didn’t sit well with him.
And then he heard and felt a thud coming from inside the trunk.
He whipped his feet off the trunk so fast, one of his shoes went flying across the room, knocking over a coffee cup. Dregs oozed out from between the cracks of his boss’s favourite mug.
“Damn it!” Randy exclaimed momentarily forgetting the sounds from inside the container. And then the screaming started.
Who is responsible for what has happened so far:
Fish of Gold
To Breathe is to Write
Silently Heard Once
Not A Punk Rocker
Amusing Nonsense
Inspiration in Progress
Over to you, Doobster! I know how much you love gauntlets! 😀
I knew the second I saw you that you would be mine. You might say it is cliche, but it’s true. My mind immediately raced to our wedding day – that I would place my ring on your finger and that in the spectators at our marriage day would be four or five of my ex-wives, bickering and scratching one another.
Catcalls from the orchestra section would be drowned out by the love, ringing in our ears and bells would tinkle above us. Oh the gloriousness of our child-bearing years! Our first-born would look just like me, or perhaps my sixth ex-wife, as by then I would be fooling around on you because you put on a few pounds from the many desserts I demanded you bake for me.
Now, my love, I stand in line at the seventh cashier from the right where I’ve followed you with my shopping cart from the frozen food aisle. I need only touch your arm.
We were meant to be. I know it in my heart.
This stream of consciousness fiction piece is part of SoCS. Click on the link and join in the fun!
http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/09/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-september-2714/
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Linda G. Hill 