December 2012

The old man trailed off again. He’d been silent for at least a full ten minutes. I was starting to wonder if this story had a happy ending or if I would ever hear it if it did.
Finally I nudged him with my foot a few times, until he stirred back into this dimension.

He smiled at me and asked, “Did I tell you the first time we fucked like bunnies?”

I shook my head and chuckled, silently begging the old man to continue his story.

“It was December, I think. In 2012.. The day the Aztecs said the world was going to end. I was living with my mother, and my wife even though we were separated, and my baby girl.”

How classy, I couldn’t help but think as he continued.

“I tried to leave my mother’s house several times, lord knows I was making enough money to do it, but my poor old mother always guilted me into moving back in..”

“How does the coffee girl fit in?”

“Oh my mother loved her. Juliet came over quite often.. She drove about an hour in the morning just to see me for a few minutes before I left for work at 6.”

I almost choked on my beverage. “In the morning?”

He nodded. “Then she spent all day helping my mother and didn’t usually see me again until after 8pm that night. Oh, but I was going to tell you about December!”

The man could drag a story out, for sure.

“For whatever reason, she didn’t come over that morning.. she didn’t come over until after I got home and started missing her. So I called her. And she came. My wife was there, naturally.. We three went to the grocery store.. can’t remember why. That’s the day I noticed every man who laid eyes on Juliet couldn’t help but stare. She was thin, toned, and hour glass curves like a Disney character.”

“I loved watching them be jealous,” he continued. “By the time we got home, I’d become so turned on I couldn’t contain myself. Right on the couch, in front of God, my wife, my mother if she chose to emerge, I started making out with my Juliet. And we started to get naked.”

I felt a lump in my throat and quickly swallowed, trying not to seem eager for more.

“Juliet was shy though..” Gilbert chuckled. “So I convinced her to go with me into my room and we closed the door. She was shaking like a leaf, so innocent.. But God did she taste sweet.. And she had no idea how loud she was until I had to quiet her down more than once.”

“You fucked her in your wife’s bed?”

“No, that was just foreplay. I fucked her later on the couch, then on the floor.. We didn’t get any sleep that night. Luckily it was a Friday night, and if the world was going to end, we were going to die happily buried in each other.”

k.o.girl – c.1

Authors Note:
I was given a writing prompt from a… dear friend. Each ‘chapter’ is a new prompt. I for one, can’t wait to see how my friend fucks with my writing abilities…

She woke up in a strange bed covered in feathers and no memory of the previous evening.

She noticed she was sticky, feathers stuck in her hair on on her leg.. she was also half-dressed, and cold.

Where are my pants…

She was wearing a plain green tee that was falling off one shoulder, black Victoria’s Secret panties, and not-so-white ankle socks.

She sat up on her elbows and tried to take in her surroundings. She couldn’t focus her vision. Everything was spinning and blurry so she allowed herself to fall back down onto the bed.

Her vision kept swimming until total darkness engulfed her once more.

the coffee experience

I stared at Gilbert as he trailed off in silence. He had just told me an interesting tale about meeting some woman, and I was sitting at the edge of my seat, waiting for more.

The old man smiled wide and goofy, his eyes shining with some memory until I tapped him on the shoulder.

Hmm?” He blinked back the shimmer and came down to Earth. “Where was I?”

Did she ever call you?”

He scoffed. “It took her long enough, that’s for damn sure. My wife and I had broken up, but we were staying together for our baby. If only I knew then what I know now. But when Juliet called I was in a deep emotional hole.. but so was she. She actually tried to hang up saying it was a wrong number, but I managed to keep her on the phone long enough until I recognized her sweet melodic voice.”

The old man started humming to himself, his hands moving with the rhythm in his head.

The train track must have had something on it because there was a big dip in motion. Big enough to get Gilbert back on track.

Anyway, she called and offered to buy me a coffee which I accepted. Something told me I needed to see her and whenever I didn’t follow my instincts, things like my ex-wife happened.” He laughed heartily.

She arrived in a beautiful purple summer dress. Short enough to be flirty, low enough to be coy, with modest cap sleeves. She appeared rather nervous, which I took as a good sign.

She was surprised when I bought our coffees, and I told her that seeing her again was payment enough. Her freckled cheeks turned a lovely shade of red, and the rest of the afternoon was easy. We talked about everything, and nothing. We laughed together. At some point, we even talked about our ex’s. Her ex husband was the male equivalent of my ex-wife, only she had been trying to fix it when he cheated and kicked her and her baby out of their home.

She couldn’t help but cry as she told me about him, and I lent her a shoulder. We became best friends that day. She was always my best friend first.. A month later, I asked her to go steady. She was the love of my life, and I let her slip away.

Gilbert suddenly looked his age, older even.

I thought I was going to die.” His tone was defeated. “I got scared. I wanted to live my life. So I did some things I wasn’t proud of…”

getting the reader to feel…

How could you?

I never uttered a single word! Did you hear me complain? When we met, you told me this was how you are, and I accepted you and we created a relationship based on truth, mutual respect, and love.

I let you date other women. I let you sleep around. I didn’t even bat an eyelash when you flirted with my sister! You knew I don’t care for any of it, but you fucked the boundaries just because you wanted to!

When my ex remarried you definitely called it, you said it wouldn’t last a year and they didn’t even make half of that. But neither of us could have expected her to come knocking on my door asking for a friend. She was the reason my ex kicked me out of my home, but that was also why I found you.. and I was grateful to her for that..

Then you had to go and make friends with her.. then you had to spend hours alone.. and kiss.. and you tried to make a second girlfriend work but with HER? All this time I have given you your freedom but you had to want her too?

Then you had to fuck her. Under my roof. And you promised you would tell me if it ever happened, you promised you would use protection. You were supposed to be honest, if nothing else we have always been honest… but you lied and you didn’t even use a condom.

How could you break my heart? And with her of all people?

I don’t want a new relationship. I don’t want to start over. I can’t face this world alone, and you know it. I’m stuck here with you.. I’m afraid.. I can’t make it on my own, I know nothing of how to handle bills and I don’t even make enough money to try.

I can’t feel the pain anymore and I am settling for what you’ve promised me: a roof, four walls, all bills paid, eating out when I want, romance, affection, sex whenever I am in the mood. You’re giving me comfort in this life and I am throwing away my dignity, and the possibility of true love, a soul mate..

I am too tired to fight for what I want. I am too weak to go out and get it elsewhere. You’re all I have. And all I want to do is lay in the tub with an exactoknife and slip into the next great adventure.

Maybe in the next life I will be homeless, but loved.