How sweet.
Weeks later she discovered that he’d thought of her on Valentine’s Day after all.
He’d charged a lap dance to her credit card.
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Smiling, she recalled her favorite Valentine’s:
#1 – Watching Moulin Rouge together
#2 – A hot dog at the gas station
#3 – $1 bag of sour candy
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Acts of faith – sometimes we go through the ritualistic motions until belief catches up with knowledge.
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“I’ve faith in him,” one told the other, “Don’t you?”
“No,” she replied, “I know him.”
“You don’t trust him?” she gasped.
The other grinned.
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“You lack the strength of your convictions, boy,” she smirked turning away. “If I’m who you say, then crawling naked to me is an honor, no?”
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A recent viewing of the movie – Dangerous Beauty – coupled with conversation inspired the muse who co-exists inside me to ponder a world of exalted beauty and pleasure.
What if instead of being taught to compete with men, we were taught to complement them by being wholly feminine?
I imagine a world where school not only taught the three R’s but also taught girls to embrace that which is beautiful in themselves and they learned how to express it – to be beauty in motion. No, not beauty as defined in popular media, rather finding what is supremely unique about each girl and bringing that forth – cultivating it…nurturing it.
What if every girl were raised as if she were a gift for a god? What caliber of men would be deserving of something so precious?
Ah, what divine desirable creatures we’d have walking amongst us and oh, how wonderful to be counted in their number.
And in keeping with that theme, I give you a 140 character sentiment –
Since her youth, she was prepared to be possessed by a god – her skills honed on males whom she called dogs, unable to see them as real men.
A deliciously wanton slut always enticing you to grab her by the hair to make her your own.
New Orleans.
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Cold beads and shiny trinkets exchanged for warm, eager flesh sprung free. “Throw me something Mister.”
Mardi Gras.
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Indulging in the decadence of carnival season, she greedily sucked down the slick, thick filling that spilled onto her tongue.
King Cake.
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With childlike wonder, she marveled at the Rockwellian surroundings never recalling the sky being that particular color before. (127)
The purple and emerald rains had washed the city making it vaguely unfamiliar though she thought she knew where she was. (120)
In awe, strangers reverently heaped praise, adoration and promises of eternal service on her to her growing discomfort and confusion. (133)
Others spoke to her with conspiratorial familiarity, pressing her for information and secrets that weren’t hers to give. (120)
Worried, she disappeared into the night to protect those she loved hiding in unlikely places as she waited for dawn. (116)
Voices whispered suggestions from the shadows – “drink that, hide here, cut off that lovely hair or better yet, cut off that finger.” (133)
Daylight came and went and peculiar people gave and took what they wanted as her heart and mind called for rescue from this strange place. (137)
While she waited for her hero, she danced on the fringe of her own sanity beneath the Sirius moonlight. Or, was it just a dream? (128)
“I’ll have the peach milk,” she told the server days later as she fingered the remains of her once long hair, “with a side of reality.” (135)
(Note: This is a compilation of individual tweets – 140 characters or less – woven together into a micro-flash fiction.)