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Fire in the Night

“What do you see?”

I see the future. I see you and me. I see my heart exploding. I see a million fireworks. I see galaxies.

I feel it all within me.

I see our first kiss, unintentionally wonderful. I see awkward laughs and gentle embraces.

I see lives intertwined, threads to a needle connecting time. 

I see my past fade away at your touch.

I see light fill empty spaces.

“What do I see?”

I see I’m in love with you but I can’t tell you that.

“It just looks like a fire dying in the night to me.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers, massive thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for wrangling this massive flash fiction challenge in every week.

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Smooth Like Silk – Repost

Today I continue with my probably somewhat annoying reposts of late … This one’s from June of 2016, probably one of the first things I posted on here. I’ve done a little touching up here and there but it remains mostly the same.

Smooth Like Silk

Just outside the sliding glass doors a bike rumbled to a stop. A man wrapped in leather and jean astride.

“Oh shit.” I peered from behind the counter as his helmet revealed dark curls and a wicked smile. I ducked behind the counter and watched him wander the aisles from between the sexist smutty magazines.

The gears in my mind grinded into overtime. Images of a secret prince in dark armor rescuing me from my tower overlapped with the sweet sound of Pink Floyd over the PA system.

“Um, hi.”

The deep voice pushed me back. In the process of nearly taking the magazine rack down with me packs of gum and escapee candy bars clattered to the ground.

“Hi.” My breath caught in my throat. I was face to face with the wicked smile. My cheeks burned as I caught a glimmer in those dark brown eyes. “Um.” I ring my hands behind my back. Wait, does this make it look like I’m trying to get him to look at … my eyes fell down towards my chest. I wrapped my arms around my torso instead. Stop being so fucking awkward!

His laugh brought me back from my mental beating. “Are you ok? I just need a pack of Marlboro.”

Fucking great. Now he’s laughing at me. “Uh, yeah, sure. What kind?” That smile. I leaned on the counter as my knees grew weak.

“Reds.” My eyes travelled down as he reached for his wallet. No! Don’t look there! But, if I turn to get the Reds he’ll see my ass. Does my ass look good today? I’m wearing those stupid baggy pants … Why don’t I buy skinny jeans like everyone else? “Uh, the reds are up there in the corner.”

“Oh …” I followed his gaze behind me. He’s not paying attention to you, he just wants the cigarettes. Quit being so fucking awkward! “Yeah. Uh, one pack?”

I fumbled with his money, change dripping between my fingers as I tried to maintain any shreds of dignity the mystery man wouldn’t be making off with.

That wicked smile again, “Thanks darlin.” His fingers stroked my hand as he grabbed the Marlboro’s. Did he just touch me? Like on purpose? Catatonic shock isn’t the normal reaction I’m sure but as my brain sputtered to put together anything that could have been missed in my bumbling interactions I felt myself shorting out.

Outside the bike rumbled awake. The heat receded from my cheeks. I dropped my head into my hands.

Wow. Fucking smooth.

Awkward

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AuthorAnon goes a little personal (a #metoo example)

I was going to do a picture post this afternoon but instead I’m going to post this. It’s a little bit of a personal story but one I wanted to get off my chest. This is out of the creative writing realm I normally stick to but I feel it’s important.

For anyone who’s still unsure about this whole “me too” thing, allow me to break it down with a personal example.

A week ago my ex showed up at my front door. I didn’t invite him. He hid his face so I couldn’t tell who it was through the peep hole and he wouldn’t stop knocking or ringing the bell.

When I opened the door and stepped outside he informed me that although we’ve been broken up for over a year he is still going to try and win me back. The only thing that could possibly make him think “this is over” is if I’d found someone else.

Of course he wanted to know if I’d found someone else. Then he “accused” me of finding someone else when I told him it wasn’t his business and he needed to leave.

He finally did leave but not before declaring that he wanted his old life back and he was going to do everything in his power to get it back. “I’m not done trying to win you back.”

I have not offered him his “old life” back. I have not “led him on”. He is blocked on my phone and on my daughters phone. So he started trying to text my family members.

All of this to say: People are not objects to be won. We are not possessions that you can hold on to, let go of and take back at will.

My ex is part of the problem. People like him are part of the problem. A society that leads men to believe they can act in this manner is the problem. A society that leads people to believe women have done something to deserve behavior like this is the problem.

Me too is not about women whining. It’s not about false accusations. It’s not about tearing men down. It’s about shining the light on the fact that we live in a society that has for far too long found this behavior acceptable and allowed people to act on these ideas with little to no consequences.

It’s about influencing change in a system that’s so ingrained into our society that we’ve been shamed for stepping forward and acknowledging that it is wrong.

#metoo

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I Did A Social Thing

It didn’t involve blood, guts, awkward comments or murder (well, it might involve awkward comments).

Click here for instagram

Click here for twitter

Or there are little icons over to the side there.

I’ll go ahead and admit I’m not the best at social media. I get stuck with “who really has that much to say?” but I’m making an attempt here.

If you’re so inclined please follow authoranon!


Check out the posts over at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch, we’re cool cats.

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Smooth like Silk

Smooth – WordPress Daily Prompt

*Language warning, if you’re not comfortable with foul language (mainly f bombs) turn back now*

Just outside the sliding glass doors a bike rumbled to a stop. A knight wrapped in leather and jean astride.

“Oh shit.” I peered from behind the counter as his helmet revealed dark curls and a wicked smile. I ducked behind the counter and watched him wander the aisles from between the sexist smutty magazines.

The gears in my mind grinded into overtime. Images of a secret prince in dark armor rescuing me from my tower overlapped with the sweet sound of Pink Floyd over the PA system.

“Um, hi.”

The deep voice pushed me back nearly taking the magazine rack down with me.

“Hi.” My breath caught in my throat. I was face to face with the wicked smile. My cheeks burned as I caught a glimmer in dark brown eyes. “Um.” I ringed my hands behind my back. Wait, does this make it look like I’m trying to get him to look at … my eyes fell down towards my chest. I wrapped my arms around my torso instead. Stop being so fucking awkward!

His laugh brought me back from my mental beating. “Are you ok? I just need a pack of Marlboro.”

Fucking great. Now he’s laughing at me. “Uh, yeah, sure. What kind?” That smile. I leaned on the counter as my knees grew weak.

“Reds.” My eyes travelled down as he reached for his wallet. No! Don’t look there! But, if I turn to get the Reds he’ll see my ass. Does my ass look good today? I’m wearing those stupid baggy pants … Why don’t I buy skinny jeans like everyone else? “Uh, the reds are up there in the corner.”

“Oh …” I followed his gaze behind me. He’s not paying attention to you, he just wants the cigarettes. Quit being so fucking awkward! “Yeah. Uh, one pack?”

That wicked smile again. “Thanks darlin.” His fingers stroked my hand as he grabbed the Marlboro’s. Did he just touch me? Like on purpose? 

Outside the bike rumbled awake. The heat receded from my cheeks. I dropped my head into my hands.

Wow. Fucking smooth.