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Surrender.

18 Aug

He looked at her as she had longed to be looked upon.

Take me” her heart sang, “drink me in deep draughts.

No breath, no movement between them, other than a shift somewhere inside her.

“Always.” His ancient fragrance whispered of cloves and dust.

Now tilting his head ever so slightly… first to one side then the other. Warmth suffused her and she closed her eyes.

 


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Push the envelope.

17 Aug

Know when to let go.

16 Aug

“Let GO!” she whispered, even as she gripped harder. The window sill cut into her arms. Heat tore at her back.

YOU let go” Mary’s hands clamped vice-like, “Come with me”.

Her hair started to smoke and her hands began to sweat.


Go to the Espy.

15 Aug

The Espy was here, the music was here, he was here….but SHIT it felt different. Jesus. Where was Ross? Neil? The chick behind the bar he liked? The punter next to him smelled like soap, for fuck’s sake.

The band wasn’t too bad though. Everyone around him was taller…no joke, so he couldn’t see as well as he used to. Christ maybe he was shrinking. Ha ha.

Boom! There was Neil after all. Pissed as a fart as usual.

OY, GAZ mate“, slap hands. Neil smelled like roll-yer-owns, bless him.

“Didn’t know you was out. Wanna go for a smoke?”

“Yeahmate”, Gaz led the way out. The carpet was still sticky under his boots. All good.



Observe.

14 Aug

Lunette very much enjoyed watching people…always at a small table in the corner, preferably with a mirror to avoid craning her neck. A glass of Pinot Noir, some tender green olives and she was content.

Should someone ask to join her, or a waiter ask if she cared to order, her answer was always the same.

“Non, merci”  she would shake her head, “I wait for a friend”.

That was true. Lunette was waiting for a friend, one who would sit as happily as she did, watching.

She had yet to see another watcher. Somewhere out there, perhaps he was was waiting too.


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Get comfy.

13 Aug


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Speak out.

12 Aug

Change direction.

11 Aug

The rink music on open nights was a mix of 70’s hits, and she knew them all. People moved aside as she approached. Everyone knew her. No-one spoke to her.

Skating backwards pleased Rhonda…looking to where she’d just been, not where she was going. Around and round, leading with her ass, occasionally glancing briefly over her shoulder.

She failed her grade in Compulsory figures. “You have three months to nail your figure eights before the Championships” coach Miller warned, “or you’re out”.

Like Rhonda gave a crap. She would follow her perfect bottom into the new decade and beyond.



Praise your sons.

7 Aug

“Come here” Kwame smiled, “I want to thank you. Without you we might have lost Nana Baa”, and he kissed Addo.

Addo said nothing.

He was fighting the urge to cry, or laugh…he wasn’t sure. He would shame himself either way. It was hard to stand so close to his father and not move away. How long had it been since his father held him, looked at him this way? He was overwhelmed with shyness, filled with confusion.

He’d tried so many times to prove to his father that he was worthy, and now to discover such a simple act proved he was a man!

Addo could smell his Father’s hair pomade, and he was four years old again.

 

 


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Focus.

6 Aug