She hurried the children to bed without her usual finesse. “But Mommy …” they protested as she insisted that it was too late for a bedtime story. Usually it was never too late for a book, but tonight was different. She needed them in bed and fast asleep so that she would have time to …
It was over. The moment his lips touched hers she knew. After six exquisite months, the relationship was abruptly and decidedly over.
Three years later (January 2014), I see so many flaws in this story but I still enjoy it and hope you do too. Visit St. Somewhere Journal for the full story.
I knew it would end, you see one night; this triangle of he, me, she wasn’t right, it could never be. A terrible plight, but love doesn’t work with three. I planned it would be ended by me on my terms; Not so that he would squirm, ache, cry, plea and yearn, begging to return …
He came into the world meekly. He kept his eyes closed for a long time, listening to the voices around him. Then in the midst of the activity, he heard a voice he had heard many times before in the nine months he had developed in her womb.
“Help stop prostitution! Gimme me a dollar.”
I noticed them as soon as I walked up the stairs to the second deck of the ship. She sat on the stairs that led to the third deck. A black woman with vacant eyes, set in a very ordinary, unsmiling face.
I stand in front of my mirror, examining my body, checking for new lines, blemishes, wrinkles, those things that come with a maturing body. I hold up my hair to get an unfettered view of my back and realise for the first time that no matter how I twist and turn, I cannot see the …
I’m breaking all my mirrors, that bad luck don’t phase me. When I look in your eyes, your reflection of me is the only mirror that I need.
Don’t look at me that way It makes me want to stay Forget everything I thought I had to do And spend my days in love with you Don’t make me smile like that Now I feel so relaxed I want to feel like this forever Sail away on a boat to wherever Don’t touch …