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

Faeries in my closet

I remember my tiny fingers going numb while I single handedly dug down to the roots of those magnificent oak trees in Ally Pond Park. You told me the faeries would protect me from things that went bump in the night and every night something scared me wide awake, so much so that my eyes became the proud owner of the dark bags of a girl twice my age.

I remember dancing with them as only I could and you never stopped me from believing that their gentle wings would tickle me to sleep.

Did it all change because I was not cute enough anymore? All I know is that the first time you hit me, my faerie wings exploded into dust and I was all alone in the dark again.

Five Sentence Fiction word for the week of October 5,2012: Faeries

Knock, knock, knocking…

If I told her once, I have told her a thousand times that he looks at her like he is seeing her for the first time and that quite honestly, this exquisite display of love leans on my last, lonely, love starved nerve. And she does get it, he adores her. So when I look around at all the cheerless masses starving for attention, I think of them walking arm in arm, him kissing each fingertip (oh, please!) and her lips curling up in a very knowing way. I must admit that I am glad that I know this about them. It gives me hope that this kind of devotion might one day knock on my door and hopefully I will be home to ask, “Damn, what took you so long?”

Five Sentence Fiction word for the week of September 28,2012: Devotion

Here’s looking at you, babe.

“So why do you keep looking at everything and everyone, but you won’t make eye contact with me? You look over my head, at my shoes, but you won’t look me in the eyes and I got to wonder…what are you afraid of?”

I was admiring his belt buckle when I realized I could not continue denying what was right in front of me.  The gig was up as I timidly looked up into those hazel eyes of his; I saw the soul I had been searching for. I didn’t think it was possible, but right then and there, I fell in love again.

Five Sentence fiction word suggestion: faces

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Don’t make me blush

That night I had sat there with a glass of blush wine while contemplating whether I would just send it back and ask the waiter for a glass of Pinot Noir. How does this man continue to get it wrong? I was always getting a headache whenever I drank a glass or two of the blush wine, but then I finally realized that my date’s presence brought on the throbbing to my temples and not a bunch of innocent grapes. And then it happened – the waiter came over with a glass of glorious red wine and said that the gentleman at the bar had sent it over for me to enjoy. As I shoved the blush wine away, Javier Bardem asked if this seat was taken.

True Confession Time

I am rather embarrassed to admit this, but confession is good for the soul.

 I think last night I gave up my soul and saw a movie that was lewd, inane, gross, juvenile and with language that is not so easy on the ears.

But I laughed my butt off and in my defense, I did say over and over, "This is so stupid."

The movie is "The Candidate." It won't be getting any nomination for best movie, but it was 90 minutes of being in a loony bin with a one way ticket out.

 I am so ashamed of myself.

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A Hole in One

I looked down my leg and noticed that my brand new pair of stockings had a run in them. Note to self: get a damn manicure and I might as well add a pedicure so my big old mama toe doesn’t go through the reinforced toe because I am distracted with all the questions that might be thrown at me this morning. My dog is begging for attention and in my haste she gets my fish oil pill while I am try to ingest a rawhide snack without choking to death. As my dog flashes a smile at my stupidity, I realize that it’s Charles Osgood going through the stories being featured on CBS Sunday Morning. I beckon my dog back to bed and we pick the hottest shade of scarlet nail polish for me to wear to my job interview…tomorrow.

A tear in the sheets

I watched a few strands of hair dance across his eyelids. Just as desire and tenderness were burning a hole in my being, I noticed his hand was cradling my thigh. The hardest part was not me leaving while he slept; it was telling the other one that I would not be returning…ever again. I am not having an affair and anything you will say to me will be lost on me. I am reentering my life and I do believe I finally had a soft landing.