Disfunction? He’s harder than he shows.
I’m here, you’re here, what are we waiting for?’
Good question, I was leaving, now you’ve got me thinking.
While you’re thinking take a chance and talk a while with me.
I think I will – hello, I’m Sam and spell-bound by your smile.
My goodness, do you mean that? I’m Erin by the way.
What are the doubts
you have of me, what
is there about me you
do not trust, why can
you not let me be a
friend to you and let
what will be, be?
A true story from a while ago I posted over at the Go Dog Go Cafe today…
Flash fiction from 2017; from a memory much further back than then:
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…
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Relieved to say with surety this saga over now
you’ve shown what you really are, as for who
I’ve not a clue, I’m quite glad of that, makes
ending this farce easier, it isn’t hard at all
The signs have always been there, your
inconsistencies, your lack of sensitivity
your inability to keep tabs of us, just how
long we’ve been in touch, seems ironic now
I believed in you for so long, guess I wanted to
couldn’t see, at best, you’re just on here for fun
It’s sad really that you need to fake so much
I’d say goodbye, but why, we’ve never said hello
What on earth has got into you? I know exactly
how long we have been in touch with each other
thank you, but all I hear from you is complaining
do you not think your negativity really upsets me
Do you honestly believe that these constant threats
of you going are doing you any favours at all
let’s be clear, I’m not playing your game any more
you’ve shown what you are, and that’s not nice at all
You see a line
wish you had it in you.
See a way to use until
you try then realise
not stand alone
but of the lines that follow.
theirs’s not yours’s
confused, for sure
in apostrophe trouble.
“He wasn’t there, at least not a moment ago?” she half thought, half spoke.
“Who?” little sister asked, answering her own question, looking from the ‘Pay Here’ queue to see what kind of man had got big sister’s attention.
He was there all right, in every sense, lean, six foot, curly close cut hair; caressing silk, eyes dancing over candy stripes, somehow not quite him.
Little sister does a double take, big sister now walking over to him.
His fingers caress each tie in turn. “A female perspective?” she enquires.
“Yours always.” his reply.
She takes a subtle blue design, almost on tiptoes leans in to place around his neck.
A faint stir, foot to foot his balance shifts, her coat unbuttoned, body free. Both sway, gap between them now as nothing, little sister’s eyes popping.
Music, no one remembered what, or if any, only movement, theirs, timeless, of another world. Classic ballroom made sensual, borderline erotic.
This world stood still, time gave time for free. Little sister’s mouth wide open, seeing yet not believing big sister dancing that way with him.
Arm’s length now, blue tie passed from her hands to his. He bows, escorts her to the line where all completely mesmerised.
“Who is he?” little sister gasps.
“No idea.” big sister smiles. “He comes to me this time every year.”
They turn around, blue tie as his eyes nowhere to be seen.
Present given and received.
My life changed in 2011/2012 – close to ending in 2011 – 2012 saw another me, raw, creative writing a release. ‘Believing Sight Unseen’ appeared, ‘His and Her’ words, in the form of messages, Sam & Erin’s mostly, this ‘new’ blog gives quite a few! An ‘old’ blog deleted, you live and learn – a less naïve me now in the online world!
Back to the beginning, I wrote, a concept, a synopsis, for ‘Believing Sight Unseen’ – sent out to acquaintances, to varying degrees – almost all said ‘we’re intrigued’ – one said ‘ your writing more poetry than prose ‘ – my take on prose, every word, fell into place as this:
It started on a Sunday, a day unlike any other,
How could it be, when two people, so different,
A woman, blue eyed blond, a man, blue eyed too and greying,
Came across each other, by chance, by fate,
All that matters is it happened.
Defying sense, at least the common sort,
They connected in a virtual way, real enough to them.
Naively they invested in each other, no guarantee of interest.
Their messages flowed as if free, though by what means,
Best not to say, you never know who reads.
Early days they wrote of lust and sensuality,
An upside down romance in many ways.
Graphic yes, but never crude, it was as if they knew,
Something special had begun, and with tenderness and care,
They explored, albeit blindly, the senses of each other.
Words appeared that had meaning as their hearts began to open,
Flowing into minds where spiteful demons lurked.
Feelings deepened, desires and hopes not fully recognised awakened,
Was this excitation of that latent state, the pure free energy of life.
Would either dare to name it.
Tensions rose, unintentional, but impossible to avoid,
In their character-limited message world.
So many misunderstandings, the cruel ambiguity of words.
Awful moments came, filled with agony and hurt,
Yet through extraordinary patience and forgiveness went.
Pain washed away by tears left scars unseen,
What fool said falling never hurts?
Now so close, so intimate, they clung each to the other,
A dance of sorts, one step forward, so often two steps back,
A strictly outer body experience.
Fate played a hand, an unmarked deck, do we ever know.
He took a chance and gambled, all or nothing now,
Feelings too intense to hide, he blew her mind,
Knocked her demons senseless, both touched and moved so much,
Their hearts became engaged, their souls mated.
Demons stirred again, exposing fears deep rooted in her past,
Systemic, defying trust, and maddening to male logic.
All attempts to meet met with frustration, so many times she said she would,
But so strong willed she railed against his pressure, all he did was ask.
For crying out loud, what’s wrong with her, and yes what’s wrong with him.
Both hearts ached to beat as one, their bond so fragile yet so strong,
Reaching out, yet still not close enough to touch the other.
So hard they tried to bridge what seemed a chasm,
He falling deep within, her teetering on the edge looking down,
Her biggest fear to lose him.
What became of these would be lovers,
Where did they land when falling done,
Hand in hand together, or shattered, broken and apart.
Their story now unfolds for those with hearts that can be touched,
And imaginations that can see beyond this man and woman’s words.
Took a moment of her beauty … committed sin his memory.