As I sat there I couldn’t help but think that my life would be so much easier if I wasn’t in it.
Shortly after my self congratulatory epiphany I noticed her re-enter the room, moving across the floor with an amazing façade of elegance; I say this only because during the few years we have known each other even her most graceful steps have been as well pronounced as a New York cabby’s name.
She started to look me straight in the eye and as she drew close I got that familiar feeling again.
-SLAP!-
Sure enough, she saw the scribbling of these thoughts upon my cocktail napkin, a habit I somehow began between the times I am looking at her face or the clock’s. Perhaps I best continue this upon a parchment of more subtle means.
All right, now that I am at my notebook, computer that is…amazing how I ever got along without one for so many years, anyway allow me to continue.
That meal finished rather well, once the stinging subsided that is, and we went home where I planned to make amends for the many things I said that upset her; this is pretty much routine in our relationship, I open my mouth and she clenches her fist, yet somehow we always turn out the better for it…or at least that is what she tells me.
I allowed the warm bath, with bubbles, to finish filling while I lit the candles around the perimeter. She was putty in my hands. She relaxed while I massaged and caressed here every need and before long we headed to the bed. I began with my usual moves, at least I am impressed by them, and tried to incorporate something new…
-SLAP!-
…and then quickly chose against it.
We were in the full throws of passion when all of a sudden she blindsided me with a single question: “So you think I can not walk properly?” , it was so innocently whispered in a moment of pure pleasure that I responded with a “Yes, but I find it cute.”
When I awoke the next morning....on the floor....in a haze...I quickly realized my folly, it was entrapment in the highest regard. How did I end up upon the floor? It was at the point of my answer that my dearest decided to incorporate something new of her own into our lovemaking, namely a heavy metal handled flashlight, which we keep by the bed, finding my cranium.
As I said earlier, I can’t help but to think my life would be much easier if I wasn’t in it.
- another short story attempt by none other than J.G. Smith (04/12/06)
1 comment:
Hey, this was something different from you. . . I like it. And the phrase "I can't help but think my life would be much easier if I wasn't in it" is a good hook.
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