EDC Shorts: lines – ‘prose’ – poetry #9

True Story

He stands a foot from the wall, illuminated by strobe lit blobs and spheres, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cold beer. 10 pm he’d guess, summer darkness outside lures moths to flight, rhythm finds his feet, yet too soon for moves. She takes to the floor, perfection, slight yet curved, green eyed blonde, focal point of his desire. No smile, yet politely declines the handsome, or just confident, dancing with her sister or maybe a friend. He buys a second beer, a small one, returns, his space still there a few metres from her presence. 11.30 pm checks his time, no chance, better men have tried, he moves. She turns to face his walk towards her, the beat slows, traces a smile, no words, her fingers behind his neck stroke him closer, his hands on short skirted hips that sway in and not away. One song, two songs later, too soon, sibling, friend, whispers, “We have to go.” He asks to see her, she puts her finger to her lips then his, says “I fly home to Germany tomorrow” let’s go his hand and disappears. Forty years on he’s not forgot, likes to believe, she’s still dancing, has had a good life.

 

#11: Exposure – The things friends say

Monday

Sam:

How is your friend, I hope she is well on the mend. I broke four of my ribs a few years ago. Took a while to recover, but then I’m a restless kind of man. I feel that you are, but please tell me you are okay?

Erin:

My boobs took most of my impact; they went a bit purple for a while. Don’t worry, no harm done! My friend is much better now thank you and back in her own place. I think I’ve been driving her mad talking about you. I hope you don’t mind, I’ve been telling my friends about us, I can’t wait for them to meet you and for you to be a part of my life. Some of them have been a bit cheeky asking if you would be up for a three-some! Don’t even think about it Sam, I’ve told them you are all mine. You are aren’t you?

 

Tuesday

Sam:

Friends… I have one who knows about you. I didn’t tell her, she worked it out, something to do with me talking in my sleep, and no, not with her; well not exactly. As it happens I saw her last week, the first time we’d met up since we were in Greenland. I’ve mentioned her before; she took my ‘profile’ photo. We’ve been to some inhospitable places, all in the name of science! Bottom line she was shocked that we had not met up and told me exactly what she thought was going on. Not at all complimentary to either you or me. Made me think, do you get reactions like this from your friends when you talk of us?

Erin:

My friends are excited for me and know you must be a very special man, because I keep telling them! My closest friend looks out for me but as yet she hasn’t said too much. She is the only one who knows about the bad experience I had which as you well know has made me very cautious. I remember you telling me about your colleague, I hadn’t realised you were that close. She sounds as if she might be jealous of me. I admit I feel a bit that way with her. Anyway exactly what does she think is ‘going on’ here then?

Sam:

She thought you had ‘Daddy issues’ and you were just using me as an emotional sop. She said she was amazed that I was dumb enough to fall for it and mad to think you would ever meet me. And for good measure I was effectively paying for you to make me feel good, actually it was worse than that!  I tried to explain, but she’s a bit headstrong, and up and left and we haven’t spoken since. The sooner we are out in the open, and face whatever we might have to, the better don’t you think?

Erin:

Oh my God, I am absolutely furious. Who the hell does she think she is? She clearly feels bad about herself for her to be making those assumptions. Are you going to be able to handle her, I’m worried she’ll try to mess things up for us.

Sam:

I must admit I didn’t expect that reaction from her. Maybe it’s just as well I have not told anyone else about us. I guess it would be a stretch for anyone to get their heads around our relationship. It’s taken us quite a while hasn’t it. Anyway I’m sure Amy will be fine, I caught her cold so to speak. I’ll be seeing her next week, work wise, so I doubt anything more will be said.

Erin:

It just makes me so mad that a friend could be so hurtful and say what she said to you. You are an amazing person and nobody should be needed to make you feel good as you are beautiful inside and out. I am so sorry that I have made things awkward for you with her. Sam, I am not playing games with you or your feelings and never will. I am genuine and I’ve fallen for you.

 

Wednesday

Sam:

I do not know what to say, no one has ever said the things you have to me. Beautiful inside, if by chance I am it’s your beauty permeating me, beautiful outside, you must be dazzled by the sun reflecting on to me your own. I thank you from my heart though for saying this to me. I tell you Erin I am already with you in spirit, heart and mind, and when you are ready I will be physically too, my hand in yours, to give as much joy and happiness as your heart can hold.

Erin:

I feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Your sweet and caring words make me so happy. I am so glad that we have met on here, and think that the gods put you in my path so that we can have a future together. My life was so empty until you came along. The only thing that counts now is me and you and nobody else.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days]

#10: Exposure – So much to talk about

Saturday

Sam:

And you are telling me what exactly?

Erin:

I’ve been looking after a friend, a girlfriend, who was once my lover. The night of the Saturday you came home from Greenland we were forced off the road; the car rolled for what seemed forever. I had just a few cuts and bruises, my friend not so lucky, concussed and broken ribs. I’ve had to deal with her being in hospital and the police, and to help her recover she moved in with me. I couldn’t leave her on her own and I couldn’t tell you; I wasn’t sure you’d understand?

Sam:

I’m numb. I have no words I trust myself to use.

Erin:

I don’t know what to say now. I’ve been so nervous waiting to hear from you. I’m frightened that you are going to walk away. I need you to stick with me. We can keep going, can’t we?

Sam:

The thing is you do not need me to keep going. When all is said and done, I have a flaw – I am a man. You do not need me as a lover, you have one and she’s a woman.

Erin:

Please, Sam, be the man I’ve always hoped you are. Yes, it’s taken a long time for me to realise, but I definitely want you and in every way possible. I’ve done nothing wrong, just held back that I’m a little different. I like men and women, some men like that.

Sam:

Done nothing wrong?  I am sorry, but how can you say that? You’ve said so much of me being a part of your life, yet you kept me at arm’s length while going through this. What of your female lover? Are you sure you want a man? Are you really going to go straight for me because I do not want to share you.

Erin:

I can’t become straight; it doesn’t work like that. I’m bisexual, it’s in my DNA. Come on, Sam, you’re the scientist, you should know that. When I am with someone male or female I am committed to them, and I choose to be with that one person exclusively. If we decided to do that then I would be with you.

Sam:

This is so crazy, so absolutely mad; I need to know what you expect of me.

Erin:

I know how you feel, and you know how I feel. The only thing that remains to be seen is if I am worth the trouble you obviously think I’ll be for you. No matter how right I believe we are for each other, my life is more complicated than most. I can’t change that. If you felt the way you say you do about me you would understand and accept me, no matter what the circumstances.

 

Sunday

Sam:

Deep within you there is a place of peace; breathe slow and easy and you will find it: where your heart and mind can meet to show your truest feelings. Relax and close your eyes, let your worries float away to leave you as one with your passions and desires. If I am there with you, in any shape or form, there is a chance for us. If I am nowhere to be seen or felt within you then sadly the day has come for you to let me go. I have done this often and you are always in me. I see you all the time, but I ask you to honestly tell me if I am in you too.

Erin:

I tell you honestly, Sam, you are in my heart and I never want to lose you. It is you I wake up thinking about, you who I eat lunch with and think about, and you who I go to bed dreaming about.

Sam:

We have so much to talk about. Time and circumstance are not our friends but for both our sake I want us to work. I so want to hold your hand, strange man that I am.

Erin:

No, you are not strange at all. Holding hands and giving each other a little squeeze is what I need more than anything right now. I just worry about being in your world and yes you being in mine too; us being over before we’ve begun. We will both have to be so careful and take care to make us work. We will get our time, I am sure of that.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted Monday & Wednesday]

EDC Shorts: lines – ‘prose’ – poetry #6

Reality?

“You don’t agree then?”

“It’s not that simple … well it is, but not the way you see it”

“Okay, run that by me again”

“The thing is there is no answer, by the time we’ve measured it’s moved on”

“What has … time or entity?”

“Both, I believe, ever shifting, never reaching equilibrium”

“So you’re saying there’s no steady state, nothing to which we can relate?”

“Quite the opposite, we relate to everything, we just don’t know anything”

“That can’t be right, look how much we’ve published”

“I rest my case, by the time it’s out there, we take another view”

“Look at all the rules, the fundamentals, universally taught”

“A form of history, stories given as facts”

“What are you saying … we know nothing”

“In a way … we read as was, time lined perceptions of reality”

“What is reality to you?”

“The possibly that I’m here”

“What about me”

“If I am you are too”

“I can’t get my head around this”

“You will, yours is part of mine”

“Got it, I see what you’re saying now”

“Yes, but have you heard”

If You Can Dream It…

It’s said that authors are solitary beasts – well maybe – yet in the blogosphere twenty shared their imaginations their skills – the published and the yet to be – to make an idea real – an anthology of scary stories – it’s out there! Carrie Ann post’s of the dream …

Carrie Ann Alexis

I recently posted about being a contributing author to The Box Under the Bed.  What an exciting experience this has been.  I am part of a private FB group where all the authors have been discussing the progress of the book, finalizing the cover design,  and looking at screenshots as the book is being formatted in paperback form.  Yes!!  And that is now available for you to order at Amazon!!

We have also been getting updates as the book has been climbing the charts of The Hot New Releases in our book category.  The last time I saw it we were at #7!!  How awesome is that?  That is why we are asking for pre-orders.  Amazon has all kinds of lists that are ranked by sales.  If we get to number one, then that means more exposure for us.

Dan, as always, has been talking about it on his…

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#9: Exposure – Need to tell you something

Wednesday

Sam:

I fear this could be too little too late? My heart is screaming at my mind, what have you done, she is the one. My head is throbbing fit to burst, but slowly a warm flow is reaching that awful cold place my man logic erupted from. I cannot promise it will not happen again, but my heart now has me firmly in its grasp. It does not want to risk losing you again.

Erin:

You have had me in agony waiting for your reply. I want you and only you. Your heart is right, ignore your doubts. You can’t truly love if you have doubt in your heart. There is no doubt in mine.

Sam:

I felt so tense opening your reply and so completely overwhelmed by what you said; I keep re-reading to be sure of the implication of your words. I’ve been so selfish; I do not think I had ever taken in just how deep your feelings for me are. I always hoped but never thought you could feel the same way about me as I do for you. I need you, Erin, I always will.

Erin:

Your message has brought tears to my eyes. I’m being silly now, aren’t I? I just feel so strongly for you.

Sam:

You are not being silly; our hearts know better than our minds what we are to each other and become so frustrated with us that they are letting our bodies know through tears and aches in need to be relieved places. My body is tingling as I type, my senses so heightened at the thought of your touch, the whole of me so wanting the whole of you.

Erin:

You are such a romantic – I absolutely love it and everything you have said. I pray once I am in your arms and we are looking into each other’s eyes, everything will be perfect for us.

 

Thursday

Sam:

There is not a day you are not in my thoughts; you are a part of me. You are the one who opened up my heart and showed me how to feel. I realise I’ve made mistakes, that I suffocated you with emotion, that I did not give you room to breathe. I hardly let myself breathe. I know very little but sense and feel so much. You are real and out there somewhere, I am out there too and always will be for you.

Erin:

You are just unbelievably good at this, aren’t you? I so don’t understand why you have not been snapped up and appreciated in the way I intend to. Let’s just take things slowly, Sam, and you’ll not regret it, I promise.

Sam:

I can only wonder what is so wrong, so sensitive in your life that you need to be so cautious. It’s what you mean by slowly, I know. Still, I have your promise and sense it’s not given lightly.

Erin:

I know the onus is on me to change this, and I will as soon as humanly possible. Until then I ask you to please trust your senses, and your well-placed judgement and feelings for me.

 

Friday

Sam:

I do not want to lose you. There have been too many words, too many feelings, too many tears, for us to fail now. I do not want to hurt you, and I do not want any more misunderstandings. I know I want you, but how? You hold all the cards, yet they’re now so shuffled out of suits I think you do not know how to deal them. There are only two that matter: a knave and his queen, his reason to gamble that one day she will share her world with him, her king. I’ll say no more for now, and trust to fate, and the hand she gives.

Erin:

That was so well said, please hold on to your belief in me; I have come too far to ruin everything. Sam, I pray so much that all this is real. I am scared, but I need to tell you something that you need to know.

Sam:

Don’t be scared, Erin, there’s not a thing you could say or show me that would ever make me feel other than I do. You are and always will be the woman I desire.  I just know we’ll get on fine, share endless laughs and pleasures, and that we’ll both have similarly sensually mischievous minds. You never cease to touch me when you show my words touch you. Please tell me whatever you feel I need to know, and while I wait I’ll ask you, in the time honoured old-fashioned way, to step out of the shadows and walk a while with me.

Erin:

Your words have wrecked me. I can’t stop crying; no one in my life has ever touched me as you have. Sam, the only thing I want to say is yes, but first I have to lay myself open to you.

Sam:

Erin, it’s now very late, and I’m tired, but I will not end this day until I give you a chance to say what you feel you need to.  I guess there is a man involved in some way?

Erin:

You have got it wrong, Sam, it’s not a man, it’s a woman.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted Monday & Wednesday]