All My Love, Picture Phiction Photo/ Story #4

Story #4

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She ached to be in his arms again, his arms that held her so tight.

 

Tonight, was particularly difficult for her.  It was her birthday and her wish had been only for him.  Her friends had taken her out to dinner and surprised her with a single candle on a cake.  When she closed her eyes to make her wish, he was all she could think of.  As she blew out the tiny flame, a lonely tear fell to the table. Her friends tired not to notice and she pretended it was a tear of joy, although everyone there knew the truth.

 

She had tried to make the best of things today.  She had graciously accepted their invite out, had done her hair and makeup and had even worn her best dress.  She’d smiled and laughed with her friends, at their jokes and even told a few her-self.  She was truly appreciative of their thoughtful birthday dinner, their well wishes and all of their love, but she deeply missed him.

 

She had kissed her friends goodbye in front of the restaurant after the dinner party and had gone straight home.  She half hoped, maybe even expected him to be in the house waiting for her as she turned the key to the front door.  But, as she entered the darkness of their house she knew he was not coming home tonight.

 

Sadie, as always, was eager to see her and ran from the upstairs as soon as she had closed the door behind her.  Sadie was the rock in her life.  She was always so happy to see them when they come home, her eyes always gleaming and her tail always wagging.  She bent to scratch Sadie behind her ears before heading towards the back door to let her outside.  As she shut the door behind Sadie’s wagging tail, she lend against it, “Alone” she thought, “Happy Birthday to me!”

 

She looked around the quite kitchen for a moment, not sure what to do next or even what she was looking for, until she spotting the wine crack.  She dug in the drawer for the bottle opener, pulled at a nice bottle of wine, grabbed herself a tall glass and headed to the upstairs for a much needed bubble bath. 

 

“Just what I need to finish off my birthday, a long, hot, bath and glass or maybe two of wine” she said aloud, to know one.  She slide out of her dress of at the top of the stairs, tossed it over the railing and left a trail of unmentionables scattered on the floor through the bedroom to the bathroom door.

 

She ran the water as hot as she could and sprinkled into it her favorite bath salts and bubbles, lots of bubbles.  She tipped her toes in, testing the heat and then slowly lowered herself into the water as the bubbles closed around her.  She leaned back allowing the water to wash away her day, taking with it, some of her pain.  She closed her eyes and imagined him there with her.

 

She could still smell him and hoped more than anything that she always would. The scent of his cologne clung to his clothes that still hung in the closet.  At times, she would drag them from within and hold them close as if he were still there.  She could still feel those powerful arms as they wrapped around her and held her close.  She could feel his pulse racing through him or his lips as he kissed her.  Sometimes, he felt so real.  Sometimes, she felt she could still touch his skin, sometimes, she could feel him as he made love to her.  She missed him and she knew she always would.  Fully immersed in the hot water, from her neck to her toes and with her eyes still closed, she began to fill her bath again, this time though, it was with her tears.

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All my Love, Picture Phiction Photo/Story #4

Story #4

 All my Love

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She ached to be in his arms again, his arms that held her so tight.

 

Tonight, was particularly difficult for her.  It was her birthday and her wish had been only for him.  Her friends had taken her out to dinner and surprised her with a single candle on a cake.  When she closed her eyes to make her wish, he was all she could think of.  As she blew out the tiny flame, a lonely tear fell to the table. Her friends tired not to notice and she pretended it was a tear of joy, although everyone there knew the truth.

 

She had tried to make the best of things today.  She had graciously accepted their invite out, had done her hair and makeup and had even worn her best dress.  She’d smiled and laughed with her friends, at their jokes and even told a few her-self.  She was truly appreciative of their thoughtful birthday dinner, their well wishes and all of their love, but she deeply missed him.

 

She had kissed her friends goodbye in front of the restaurant after the dinner party and had gone straight home.  She half hoped, maybe even expected him to be in the house waiting for her as she turned the key to the front door.  But, as she entered the darkness of their house she knew he was not coming home tonight.

 

Sadie, as always, was eager to see her and ran from the upstairs as soon as she had closed the door behind her.  Sadie was the rock in her life.  She was always so happy to see them when they come home, her eyes always gleaming and her tail always wagging.  She bent to scratch Sadie behind her ears before heading towards the back door to let her outside.  As she shut the door behind Sadie’s wagging tail, she lend against it, “Alone” she thought, “Happy Birthday to me!”

 

She looked around the quite kitchen for a moment, not sure what to do next or even what she was looking for, until she spotting the wine crack.  She dug in the drawer for the bottle opener, pulled at a nice bottle of wine, grabbed herself a tall glass and headed to the upstairs for a much needed bubble bath. 

 

“Just what I need to finish off my birthday, a long, hot, bath and glass or maybe two of wine” she said aloud, to know one.  She slide out of her dress of at the top of the stairs, tossed it over the railing and left a trail of unmentionables scattered on the floor through the bedroom to the bathroom door.

 

She ran the water as hot as she could and sprinkled into it her favorite bath salts and bubbles, lots of bubbles.  She tipped her toes in, testing the heat and then slowly lowered herself into the water as the bubbles closed around her.  She leaned back allowing the water to wash away her day, taking with it, some of her pain.  She closed her eyes and imagined him there with her.

 

She could still smell him and hoped more than anything that she always would. The scent of his cologne clung to his clothes that still hung in the closet.  At times, she would drag them from within and hold them close as if he were still there.  She could still feel those powerful arms as they wrapped around her and held her close.  She could feel his pulse racing through him or his lips as he kissed her.  Sometimes, he felt so real.  Sometimes, she felt she could still touch his skin, sometimes, she could feel him as he made love to her.  She missed him and she knew she always would.  Fully immersed in the hot water, from her neck to her toes and with her eyes still closed, she began to fill her bath again, this time though, it was with her tears.

Picture Phiction Photo #4

It’s Wednesday.  Time for a new Photo.  

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Hello fellow writers.

Just a friendly reminder to join us at the Picture Phiction Group, come visit, read our stories, and have some fun. In this group you are encouraged to write your own individual ideas either off the cuff or well thought out descriptions, adventures, stories, or whatever you like about the photo that has been provided. Each Wednesday a new photo will be added and new themes are encouraged. Each member can write, critique or just vote for any submission. If at the end of the week there is a clear winner of the popular vote such will be announced before the next week.  Love to see you there.

You can call me Michael.

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It was nights like this when the sunny, summer heat had warmed the little room till the walls wanted to sweat and kept it hot until the wee hours of the night.  On such nights her parents would insist that her window be opened to allow in the cool midnight air, and the boogeyman to enter. Of course, her parents would argue with her about the boogeyman, but she knew he would come.  He always came to sleep under her bed and claw at her feet if they dare dangled from under the safety of her covers.

Her sheets were damp, her cheeks were streaked with her tear stains and her eyes were so puffy she could barely see the blue and white canopy as it blew over her head threatening to cover her face, wrap her up in its wind whipped arms and carry her out her bedroom window into the dark night.  She put on her big bulky headphones in order to drown out the inevitable.  Her music was always her friend even if there were no others.

“Well, it’s not far down to paradise, at least it’s not for me, and if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility.” Christopher Cross was singing just to her.  

Even with her headphones on, she could still hear the argument raging outside her door.  She could still hear her mother’s pleas to her father asking him to keep his voice down.  She could hear the words that always cut her so deeply.  She was desperate to block the battle out.  She closed her swollen eyes to concentrate on the music.  She listened hard. Eventually, the fight began to fade; the music was winning the war of her mind.

Slowly, as the music began to reach her she drifted with it, to the water.  She started to feel the warm breeze of the ocean he sang of.  She could taste the salty spray as it splashed her face and could picture herself standing on the bow of a beautiful sail boat as it cut through the white caped waves. The sun shining happily on her, kissing her skin and dancing across the shinny surface of the water.

She felt a smile creep across her face, but just as quickly as it had covered her lips it was gone.

“Sailing takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could be.  Just a dream and the wind to carry me and soon I will be free.” 

She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to escape to the sail boat again.

Somehow she had found sleep, but she had dozed off while still crying.  Her eyes hurt as she blinked away the tears that still moistened her lashes.  She breathed in deeply, the air catching in her lungs as it skipped up her throat and escaping from her lips. She could hear the faint sound of Landslide by Stevie Nicks, playing in the background, as she realized she hadn’t yet turned her music off.

 

She rolled to her side to hit the off button on her music player as she removed her headphones from her ears. She opened her eyes and immediately realized she was not alone.  A strange, yet oddly familiar person was standing in her room. A man, well, a young man, was watching her.  No sound came from him, not even a breath, as he stood silently at the foot of her bed.  Arms to his side, his faded, comfortable, brown duster hung motionless on him and his hat, she thought, was funny- looking.  It looked like a ball cap, but not like the boys wore today, more like one from a long, long time ago.

She rolled to her back again while not removing her eyes from him. Her heart was racing quietly within her.  Her eyes were wide open, ears perked up listening intently for any sounds.  Her nose twitched while she fought back what felt like a sneeze.  Something was tickling her senses.  The  smell was oddly failure but what was it? she thought to herself.  

Soon it came to her “Dust.” She nearly let the word burst out from her lips.  She could smell dust.

With his gaze still upon her, she looked carefully around her room, wondering if she was actually awake.  The clock was showing 2:29am.  The window was still open and her curtains were waving with the light breeze as it blew in.  The nightlight from the hall that would guide her little brother to the bathroom as it did each night, still shown under her doorway.  Yes, she definitely was convinced she was awake.

 “Who are you?”  she asked him softly. “You don’t look like a Boogeyman… Do I know you?”

He smiled at her, from deep within, not from his eyes, more from his soul, yet nothing else came from him.  No sounds, no movement, no expressions, just that unmistakeable hunt of dust.  She noticed as he stood before her, a dim yellow glow that surrounded him like a warm blanket.  His face, although, completely covered with the shadow of his cap, was very familiar to her.  She was fairly certain she had not seen him before tonight and yet she undoubtedly, knew him and she was not afraid.

 She felt a presence of peace wash over.  She was warm, comfortable and strangely happy.  She took a good long deep breath and exhaled with it, all the heartache she’d carried her whole young life.  She knew with him standing guard that the boogeyman she feared so much, would not come for her tonight.  She closed her eyes, snuggled into her warm bed and just before the last grain of sand was sprinkled from the sandman’s bag as she fell asleep, she heard the man say, “You can call me Michael and I am always with you.”

Picture Phiction – Photo 3

Photo provided by Artist Ray Ferrer.  See more of his work at the following link: http://urbanwallart.see.me/

Photo provided by Artist Ray Ferrer. See more of his work at the following link: http://urbanwallart.see.me/

I am very excited and honored to be allowed to post this incredible art work to Picture Phiction as Photo No 3.  I feel that this photo will inspire a vast range of creativity from all who see it.  A big Thank you to artist Ray Ferrer.

Again, this group is to encourage you to write your own individual ideas either off the cuff or well thought out descriptions, adventures, stories, or whatever you like about the photo that has been provided.  I will add a weekly photo and new themes are encouraged.  Each member can write, critique or just vote for any submission.  If at the end of the week there is a clear winner of the popular vote such will be announced before the next week.  Let’s have some fun.