Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?
“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”
“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”
“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure.
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”
Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole.
“I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”
Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”
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Monday, November 9, 2015
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- flavor. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.”
Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.”
“You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap.
“What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.”
“It’s tough letting go.”
“You’re damn right it’s tough. Anything so powerful will be major, it’s horrifying. You’re allowing someone a total access backstage pass to your central command center…your heart. You don’t want your emotions raped, I get it. But, it won’t kill you.”
“Geez, you make it sound so incredibly desirable. Why doesn’t everyone fall in love when confronted with the analogy of rape?”
“Rape isn’t what I meant. I’m stooping to your level of peculiar. You’ve got a part of your heart beating out of rhythm, it needs in tune with another heart just as deprived.”
“Now I’m deprived?”
“Yes, you are.”
“How are things with you and what’s his name?” Changing the subject just might give her breathing room. She needed a bell for in between rounds, can I go back to my corner for a drink and pep talk?
“He’s wonderful, as a matter of fact. I’m falling in love with Brent.”
The openness of Nixie’s revelation soothed Mindie’s apprehension by a small margin. Yet, something about Nixie’s candor shocked Mindie in larger fashion. “Love, are you sure?”
“Absolutely yes ma’am.”
“When did this happen?”
“While you were off licking your wounds and falling in love with the asshole’s brother. Can’t we do this together? It’s so much more fun when we can compare love notes.”
Rational thought combined with years of love for her best friend converged into reason. Mindie was being ridiculous. “I’ve really put up some stupid walls, haven’t I?”
“Yeah, you have. I love you too much to kick you to the curb, but, your secret paranoia is getting old. You aren’t the first human to fall in love and experience fear.”
Time to throw her some kind of detail. “Well, he is a good kisser.”
“That’s all you’ve done?” Nixie’s voice raised an octave, nuances of disappointment charred every syllable.
“We didn’t have a condom.”
“You’ve always had a self-control I admired and loathed at the same time. How the hell do you stop after your nipples harden?”
I don’t know how I stopped myself, the question amazed me. “I imagined my mother watching and the mood kinda went kaput for me. I can’t have children with a semi stranger who won’t stay in Braden.” He’s gonna leave and I won’t go with him. How will this even begin to work? Thankfully, Nixie began eating, obviously shelving our conversation for later. My appetite dropped, but, I couldn’t let her see. Every bite went down behind a dry swallow, hitting my stomach like lead. I couldn’t even enjoy the deliciousness I’d worked so hard on.
“You’d never be a flavor of the month.” Nixie brushed away the steadfast notion as if it were breadcrumbs.
He’s gonna leave. The earworm stuck in my brain like a bad commercial jingle.
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Gold. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
Finding this modest side of Brent gave Nixie another reason to be impressed. He brought a personal subject into their discussion so casually and naturally. Obviously, pride didn’t hinder the disclosure. In the past when a man bragged about his pocket, he was careless with the contents. Nixie admired his practical statements. When Mindie began speaking, she took the opportunity checking around the room for atmosphere. Quickly catching her I were lit candles around the room. Not yet quite dark outside, natural light filtered in completing the golden tones flickering across the space. At a table set for three, a nice tablecloth with complimentary placemats served as a backdrop for their best dishes and cutlery. Mindie had even snuck in a wine carafe, holding a beautiful hued blend. Three sparkling wine glasses waited to be filled. Aside from the third-place setting, this appeared to be a date layout.
“Earth to you, are you listening?” Mindie smug expression wasn’t lost on nixie. Staring at her intently, Mindie must’ve known she’d interrupted a careful evaluation.
“I’m so sorry, my mind drifted away. Could you repeat the question?” Filled equally with appreciation and irritation with Mindie’s attention to details, nixie wasn’t sure what her best friend had in mind for the night. “I promise to give you my full attention from this moment on.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that promise.” Giving her a slow wink, Brent’s expression contained no lascivious intent.
Careful not to drift off again into the weight of her own imagination, nixie quickly evaluated his most recent sentence. If this guy wasn’t sending her definite signals, she clearly needed to get out of the dating game. Hopefully, his maturity backed up his words much better than the recent guy she wasted time with. “I never break my word.”
“I’ll go get the appetizers. Brent, would you pour us all some wine? Nixie, I forgot to turn some music on, would you mind hitting up the stereo?” More of an expectation than actual inquiries, Mindie disappeared into the back cooking area.
Now why did she do this to me? Music selection could be the most trickiest of tasks. Serious dinner conversation shouldn’t be overwhelmed by music selection. However, choosing something to droll could put a person to sleep. Anything too romantic, such as love songs, sent out a desperate signal. But she had to keep the current flow of their rapport, making this a tricky task. Flipping through their albums in her mind, nixie walked to the wooden cabinet holding their old-school record player. She lifted the lid, revealing a turntable inside the antique wood finish. A stack of albums already perched atop the slender spool. Flipping the power on, the current vinyl under the needle warbled to life.
“Sweet! You guys have actual records. It’s been forever since I’ve seen one of these.” Walking over to meter, Brent brought her a glass of wine.
“Yes we found this at a flea market one weekend. We both love the scratchy sound of an actual needle on a record. I don’t know, maybe it makes the music richer somehow.” Intent on soulful jazz sounds, nixie closed her eyes absorbing the smoothness, calming her heartbeat. With him standing so close, the pace raft again, almost leaving her breathless. Did he realize how intensely he affected her system? She had to be sending off obscenely loud hints as to what his presence did to her wildly out of control psyche.
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Thursday, October 15, 2015
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Welcome to our visual Tuesday Tales, this post made me hungry every time I saw the picture prompt. It was easy to develop 300 words about this culinary masterpiece, enjoy....now, I'm gonna go find some food.
“I’m starving, whatever you have going smells absolutely bomb.” Nixie paced next to the table, having already placed their plates and silverware. “How much longer is it gonna be? Dammit, I need sustenance.”
“You’re gonna have a stroke someday if you don’t control your impatience.”
“I just might murder someone.” Lowering her voice, her words still lacked the necessary sinister tone to make them believable.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you lately.” Mindie’s apology floated from the kitchen within a cloud of sincerity meant to soothe Nixie’s savage disposition.
“What’s that, I couldn’t hear you?”
Mindie entered the dining room, hot dish in hand. “You heard me, I know you did. You’ve got the ears of a bionic woman.” Presenting their supper with flare, Mindie arranged the deep plate before stepping back. “This will fill us up but good.”
Sniffing the air just above the food, Nixie wrinkled her nose. “You can't bribe me with comfort food.”
“I know I can, I’ve done it a hundred times.”
“More like a thousand times.”
“Hey, I haven’t pissed you off that much, you don’t hide anger very well. Besides, you aren’t really angry with me today, just wanting some details. I needed food strength to help me do it. I don’t quite understand myself these days.”
Sitting down, Nixie grabbed a serving spoon, digging deep into the meat and vegetables, overflowing with flavor from the delectable gravy encompassing them. “I haven’t had an old fashioned meat pie since your momma made one last winter. Reminds me of home and love.”
“I love you Nixie, so much. You’re more than my best friend, you’re family. I need you and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate our friendship. I know I’ve been MIA lately, and it’s not right.”I hope you enjoyed my contribution to this fine photo of comfort cuisine. Please check out our main link for other delectable adaptions- Tuesday Tales Main