Pucker Up.

Author and friend Jayne Martin is engaging us in a Hint Fiction Challenge:  Write a story (beginning, middle and end) that hints at a larger story, but is complete within itself, in 25 words or less. My humble attempt is below.

The imprint of the long overdue kiss still tickled my lips.

If only I could remember his name.

Call me.  Mr. Right For Now.

 

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House Sitting

She found herself taking in all that the view had to offer and the excitement reminded her of the first time Marlon had placed a kiss on her in high school.  

The enormous glass walls made her feel vulnerable and she walked over to the front door. She stopped and looked over at the woman who was tapping on the kitchen island with her French manicure.

Jennifer decided that the time was right and there was no looking back.  She cleared her throat and announced to the impatient woman and the spirit of Marlon who was probably flying over her head right then, “Okay, I will take the house and I am going to pay cash for it.”

Got a Match?

I positioned myself behind a huge potted plant and watched the walking dead shuffle by me oblivious that this was the closest I had ever come to being on a covert operation. My palms were actually sweating.

And then my target appeared. Thirty years later, I still recognized that arrogant swagger and I knew in an instant that I was going to confront him today and settle the score.

I moved away from my hiding place and marched over to my high school flame and looked him straight in his eyes and said with the all the pain that my former seventeen year old  soul  could muster, “So why did you stop calling me?”

Can you just whisper that into my ear once more?

I felt his presence before, but always ignored it because I believed that my paranoid state of mind was resurfacing. I had promised my yoga teacher that when this happened again that I would find a safe place to breathe through my nose while visualizing a white light blanketing my shaky soul.

But this time it was different and I knew I had to go to a higher source to get my answer. So I called 311 and whispered into the phone, “I think someone is trying to break into my heart.” And a bold voice that was choking back a belly laugh said before hanging up for the sixth time, “Just go for it. Life is too damn short.”

My Favorite Redhead

I always loved the bad boys and you were a king among the boys who broke my heart.

I let you move in with me because of that look you gave me…the one that said you would stay forever and be around to purr into my ear anytime I needed to be reassured that someone in this whole big world cherished me.

 You were my badass boy and we shared everything except for my bed.

You stayed with me until the end, your end of time.

I am going to miss you, my Mickey, my favorite redhead.

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Eye of the storm

If I could take you back to the day before our chance meeting, I would have done that in a heartbeat. I would have packed my bags and left for higher grounds before you caught me in such a vulnerable state. But you lulled me in with your promise of a once in a lifetime adventure and your ability to sustain your strength for hours nearly knocked me off my feet. You gave new meaning to a bad hair day and the sea foam around my feet looked like a hundred adoring cats meowing for a little kibble. Sandy, you seduced me and I went along with your plans because no magic potion in the world could have saved me from your wrath.

Five Sentence Fiction word for this week is: potion