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LOVE SPARK

LOVE SPARK

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From our bed, I watch you shave at the bathroom sink. Read more…You are naked. You smile at me as I hug your pillow, soaking up your warmth, your cologne. Sunshine-spotlight showing off your shoulder ink. The small moments we share together aren’t huge displays of affection. Our love spark shows up in simple, unrefined moments. As I watch you shave your dark shadow away, I join you wearing your t-shirt. We are silent as I take in your manliness. You still give me that spark, the fire that I searched for all of my life. You are my one, my firework, my love spark.

FORBIDDEN WISHES

FORBIDDEN WISHES

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Jessica stood at the back of a small boutique staring at the calm grey flats that looked comfortable to wear with any white cotton sundress or her white denim capris. Hmmm, she thought to herself, I’m ready for simple, elegant and a tasteful kind of life. A pair of shoes says a lot about a person. Her phone rang, she answered knowing that this call she couldn’t push to voicemail.

“Yes, I’m here now, face time really? Ok, all right.”
She turned the phone around so the caller could see the shoes.

“You like them? I thought this was what you wanted, you want 2 inches higher? Good luck with that, you get what you get on short notice.”

She turned to the row behind her and lifted up the spiked, red platinum heels that could leave damage to a newly laid sod. Her fingers glided down each spike that lined the heel. They glimmered as if they were dipped in silver but gleamed like platinum. The spikes were sharp and could scratch anyone that dared to touch them in a non-respectful way. They were like guard dogs for her precious gorgeous feet, that seemed to be a fetish for freaks like the one on the call.

“Twenty minutes you say, well this will have to do whether you like it or not, yea I’m calling the shots on this one….. well I guess I’m busy then.”

Jessica hung up…counted down under her breath in a whisper, 5-4-3-2-1. Bingo! The phone rang as she predicted, she answered and hung up. Again counting down as she stood there in her stocking feet with a tight jean skirt and bulging breasts out of her laced white top, red bra showing underneath. 5-4-3-2-1. The phone rings, she says hello this time.

“You ready to play nice or shall I punish you? We’ll see about that, don’t be so sure of yourself. I’ll be there when I get there.”

She hung up knowing every word out of her mouth was a damn lie. She might not even show up, that would shut his trashy mouth. Not all the money in the world would she said to herself…not all the money in the world.

She grabbed the spiked heels and walked to the register but stopped and turned back and grabbed the grey flats. The flats that spoke to her, made her remember who she use to be and who she wanted to be again.

 

A short but humorous random-word prompt

A short but humorous random-word prompt

Pin/curious/pistol/disfigurement/breakable/beggar/downcast

Since hearing the news this morning that Stan would be in Glasgow, she felt breakable, fragile like those glass ornaments they used to hang on the trees, the ones that would explode at the slightest touch.

Stan used to be her boyfriend. Not just boyfriend, he had nearly been her fiancé. That felt like a long time ago, because it was, because they were back in high school then, but he had given her his varsity pin, which was an old tradition in their school from the 50s, it was like giving a girl your ring, and she thought they were going to get married.

Leah didn’t want to feel like this, though. She had a whole vacation ahead of her, it was all planned, and she wasn’t going to go back to those memories like a beggar and try to take some feelings from what wasn’t there. She knew it would only leave her feeling downcast, and she had too much to do to be depressed.

A neighboring patron’s cellphone rang and broke Leah from her reverie like a pistol shot. She yelped and covered her mouth at the sound, looking over at the offender. The boy silenced his phone quickly and arched a curious full eyebrow at her over dark blue eyes. Leah couldn’t help but notice how good his biceps looked in that t-shirt. “Yessir,” she thought, “You have the right to bare arms.”

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said.

“No worries. I’m just a little jumpy is all.” She replied.

“I’ve turned it on silent. Those auto-callers just won’t stop today.”

“Thanks. I suggest the Do Not Call list.”

“Tried it. It doesn’t work. They still get my number anyway. I gotta say, I’m pretty popular with the telemarketing community.”

“Must be your James Earl Jones-quality voice. Have you ever thought about voice acting?” Leah asked with an exaggerated tilt of her head.

“Oh, they’re after me all the time. Morgan Freeman is actually my stand-in, but I’m just so busy pursuing my career as a barista that I can’t make time to be the voice of God in every movie.”

INTENTION – Word Prompts

INTENTION – Word Prompts

SALTY, FRUSTRATION, ABILITY, KIND, PURPLE, CLEAR,

Parking Lot Kiss

His kiss gave me a FRUSTRATION that I never felt before with his SALTY lips giving me the ability to see forever with someone. I was CLEAR on how he affected me. Like PURPLE Reign I was lost in his type of KIND. My ABILITY to pull away wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I’d see this kiss to the end, whatever that end may be. I figured if we didn’t stop we’d end up at the hotel across the mall parking lot or just ignoring the fact that it was day light. Just let the emotion of this very first kiss to take us on the ride that I longed for and needed to feel. It had been years since I had a guy lay his lips on mine with the intention of making me weak.