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Word Prompt: Reach

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writergeorge says:

December 20, 2011 at 8:38 am

Penname: writergeorge 

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): original

  Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): 18+

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Prompt: Word Prompt: Reach

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WISHES The salesman sees her examining items on display. He recalls they once were lovers until she revealed she had another lover she loved more than him. She drifts towards him and will soon reach his station. He braces himself mentally for the encounter because she is still his only love. She looks at him then after a double take asks. “Michael is that you?” He stutters. “Yes. It’s me. How are you?” “I’m fine.” She still looks good, even better than the last time he saw her. “Shopping?” He inquires. “Not really, I’m just window-shopping. You work here?” “Yes.” Then off her questioning gaze. “I gave up the starving artist thing,” he says to satisfy her curiosity. That is how he met her in Rittenhouse Square Park; he was attempting to sell a painting to her and then convinced her to pose for a portrait. And then, in the privacy of his apartment, she posed partially nude and later modeled nude after they became lovers. “You stopped painting?” She asks. “No. I just stopped trying to buy food with my paintings.” She smiles. He does not see a ring on her heart finger. “How have life been treating you?” “No complaints, and you?” “Other than not being a starving artist, I’m okay.” “That’s good.” He glances at the wall clock. “I got lunch in a minute,” he says, “would you like to join me in a goblet and sandwich?” He recalls it was their thing when they were lovers to enjoy a glass of wine with a sandwich and a bowl of fruit. She hesitates with an answer. “Just to go over our old time together,” he says. “Well. Okay.” Not seeing the ring encourages him to believe that the guy who got between them as lovers is no more in her life. She has not stopped being in his life, and he wish, he can no longer wish she would return to being in his life. They eat their sandwich in a slow pace, share grapes from a bowl, while sipping wine during their conversation of their time together until her announcement that sadden him to this day, but encourages him to ask her. “What did he do, leave you?” The question surprises her and her expression tells him it did, and he stares at her finger. She sees his stare and understands his question. “We’re married,” she tells him. “He is having the ring replaced for a more expensive one like he promised me.” He looks into the crowd of restaurant patrons to avoid letting her see him holding back tears. “Well, it has been nice seeing you but I have to go now to meet my husband.” “Yes. Sure. Of course,” he mutters in a sad manner. He watches her leaves and tears flow to his chin. He still has her portraits but he wishes they were real. END George Arthur Davis born in Philadelphia PA (presently resides in Tampa FL); studied creative writing at The Community College of Philadelphia; retired Federal government employee, and presently is an award winning short story writer. http://gadavis-writergeorge.blogspot.com

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WISHES
The salesman sees her examining items on display. He recalls they once were lovers until she revealed she had another lover she loved more than him. She drifts towards him and will soon reach his station. He braces himself mentally for the encounter because she is still his only love. She looks at him then after a double take asks.
“Michael is that you?”
He stutters. “Yes. It’s me. How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
She still looks good, even better than the last time he saw her.
“Shopping?” He inquires.
“Not really, I’m just window-shopping. You work here?”
“Yes.” Then off her questioning gaze. “I gave up the starving artist thing,” he says to satisfy her curiosity.
That is how he met her in Rittenhouse Square Park; he was attempting to sell a painting to her and then convinced her to pose for a portrait. And then, in the privacy of his apartment, she posed partially nude and later modeled nude after they became lovers.
“You stopped painting?” She asks.
“No. I just stopped trying to buy food with my paintings.”
She smiles.
He does not see a ring on her heart finger. “How have life been treating you?”
“No complaints, and you?”
“Other than not being a starving artist, I’m okay.”
“That’s good.”
He glances at the wall clock. “I got lunch in a minute,” he says, “would you like to join me in a goblet and sandwich?”
He recalls it was their thing when they were lovers to enjoy a glass of wine with a sandwich and a bowl of fruit.
She hesitates with an answer.
“Just to go over our old time together,” he says.
“Well. Okay.”
Not seeing the ring encourages him to believe that the guy who got between them as lovers is no more in her life. She has not stopped being in his life, and he wish, he can no longer wish she would return to being in his life.
They eat their sandwich in a slow pace, share grapes from a bowl, while sipping wine during their conversation of their time together until her announcement that sadden him to this day, but encourages him to ask her. “What did he do, leave you?”
The question surprises her and her expression tells him it did, and he stares at her finger. She sees his stare and understands his question.
“We’re married,” she tells him. “He is having the ring replaced for a more expensive one like he promised me.”
He looks into the crowd of restaurant patrons to avoid letting her see him holding back tears.
“Well, it has been nice seeing you but I have to go now to meet my husband.”
“Yes. Sure. Of course,” he mutters in a sad manner.
He watches her leaves and tears flow to his chin. He still has her portraits but he wishes they were real. END

George Arthur Davis born in Philadelphia PA (presently resides in Tampa FL); studied creative writing at The Community College of Philadelphia; retired Federal government employee, and presently is an award winning short story writer. http://gadavis-writergeorge.blogspot.com

Babette12 says:

December 20, 2011 at 8:41 am

Penname: Babette12

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T, Shadows

Prompt: Word Prompt: Reach

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Edward wasn’t on the flight with me to Jacksonville, but that doesn’t mean I was flying alone. Alice was a few rows behind me. Whenever I looked back she was idly flipping through a magazine, but I knew what she was really looking at was me. When the plane reached cruising altitude and the fasten-seat-belt sign off I hopped up from my seat and walked back to her. Without looking at me she scooted next to the window, making room. “You can ask, that doesn’t mean I’ll answer,” she said barely loud enough for me to hear, still flipping through the pages. “What…” I started, but stopped when she hissed. Placing her mouth against my ear she spoke. “I can’t tell you that, but you’ve got all the information. Put it together.” She hesitated long enough for me to look at her and see a far-away look in her eyes. Focusing on me again she turned my head forward so she could whisper in my ear again. “Edward doesn’t know this, but you are vital to our survival. There is a group that will come after us and we need you. However, asking for your help might mean the end of your human life, which is why we haven’t done so yet.” My entire spine went rigid at her words. “You want me to die for you?” I thought I was quiet but the person in front of my turning in his seat showed me otherwise. Alice smiled sweetly at him, and I could swear I heard a growl coming from her chest. The dichotomy of her expression and sound made the other passenger’s eyes grow wide and turn back to the front. When she felt safe she pulled my head to her to whisper in my ear again. “There are many kinds of death. While all are permanent, some keep you walking on this earth, just changed from a human.” “What would I…” “Think, Bella,” she said, annoyance in her voice. “I know if you think you’ll figure it out on this trip.” She thrust an ereader into my hands, a page of text on the screen. “Read.” “It’d be easier if you just told me,” I said petulantly, but started reading anyway. In no time I recognized the text. I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck, she actually licked her lips like an animal. . . . Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. . . . I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited—waited with beating heart. Even the merest glimpse of Edward had set me to admiring his beauty, as well as those with whom he associated. I’d seen him, as well as Rosalie and Emmett, stand still in the midst of a sea of people pressing forward as the people separated to make room for them. I’d felt the intrinsic fear mixed with knowledge that the woman in the woods wanted to harm me and been frozen before her. But there was no reason to fear these strange ones with the amber eyes. Or, was there? Didn’t Alice just speak of the possibility of my death? “Why would I save you?” I asked. “Who is after you?” Her smile told me that she knew I knew now, but wasn’t saying the word. “There are royalty for our kind. They are beginning to see us as a threat, sending others out to watch us, trip us up and expose us to you humans. The woman in the woods was sent by them.” “Did she know…” “No, you were just a very convenient meal to her.” Alice leaned back some and turned my face toward hers. “She does now, or suspects.” “She’s still alive?” I asked, gaping and far too loud for the first class cabin of the plane. Glancing around I noticed more than just the passenger in front of us was watching. Inspiration hit. Holding up the ereader I did my best to look sheepish. “Sorry, it’s a good part of the book and she’s already read it.” Everyone turned back to what they were doing but I could see the person in front of us had his ear turned in our direction. Alice was rolling her eyes at me. Pulling my ear to her mouth again she said, “Please speak under your breath. I can hear your quietest whisper. I can also read your lips, something they can’t do.” The rest of the passengers must have thought our conversation was very one-sided for the rest of the flight. I would mouth my questions, she whispered the answers in my ear. For the next three hours she told me how they found me while hunting in Washington. I’d been fishing with Charlie last summer when my scent came on the breeze to Edward. It was the first time they’d all had to tackle him to make him stop hunting a human. Once he stopped breathing, apparently not necessary for them, Alice had a vision of me standing in front of the clan, protecting them. What confused her was that I was human. The fasten-seat-belt sign came one as we began our descent into Atlanta. “But if I’m human how can I fight off a bunch of vampires?” I ask. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to actually speak. I was quaking so much with fear that I’ sure it would come haltingly. She looks at me, focusing on my eyes for a while before her eyes go distant, unseeing of anything in front of her. The flight attendants are opening the door of the plane when she answers me. “I don’t know.”

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Edward wasn’t on the flight with me to Jacksonville, but that doesn’t mean I was flying alone. Alice was a few rows behind me. Whenever I looked back she was idly flipping through a magazine, but I knew what she was really looking at was me.

When the plane reached cruising altitude and the fasten-seat-belt sign off I hopped up from my seat and walked back to her. Without looking at me she scooted next to the window, making room. “You can ask, that doesn’t mean I’ll answer,” she said barely loud enough for me to hear, still flipping through the pages.

“What…” I started, but stopped when she hissed.

Placing her mouth against my ear she spoke. “I can’t tell you that, but you’ve got all the information. Put it together.” She hesitated long enough for me to look at her and see a far-away look in her eyes. Focusing on me again she turned my head forward so she could whisper in my ear again. “Edward doesn’t know this, but you are vital to our survival. There is a group that will come after us and we need you. However, asking for your help might mean the end of your human life, which is why we haven’t done so yet.”

My entire spine went rigid at her words. “You want me to die for you?” I thought I was quiet but the person in front of my turning in his seat showed me otherwise.

Alice smiled sweetly at him, and I could swear I heard a growl coming from her chest. The dichotomy of her expression and sound made the other passenger’s eyes grow wide and turn back to the front. When she felt safe she pulled my head to her to whisper in my ear again. “There are many kinds of death. While all are permanent, some keep you walking on this earth, just changed from a human.”

“What would I…”

“Think, Bella,” she said, annoyance in her voice. “I know if you think you’ll figure it out on this trip.” She thrust an ereader into my hands, a page of text on the screen. “Read.”

“It’d be easier if you just told me,” I said petulantly, but started reading anyway. In no time I recognized the text.

I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck, she actually licked her lips like an animal. . . . Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. . . . I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited—waited with beating heart.

Even the merest glimpse of Edward had set me to admiring his beauty, as well as those with whom he associated. I’d seen him, as well as Rosalie and Emmett, stand still in the midst of a sea of people pressing forward as the people separated to make room for them. I’d felt the intrinsic fear mixed with knowledge that the woman in the woods wanted to harm me and been frozen before her. But there was no reason to fear these strange ones with the amber eyes. Or, was there? Didn’t Alice just speak of the possibility of my death?

“Why would I save you?” I asked. “Who is after you?”

Her smile told me that she knew I knew now, but wasn’t saying the word. “There are royalty for our kind. They are beginning to see us as a threat, sending others out to watch us, trip us up and expose us to you humans. The woman in the woods was sent by them.”

“Did she know…”

“No, you were just a very convenient meal to her.” Alice leaned back some and turned my face toward hers. “She does now, or suspects.”

“She’s still alive?” I asked, gaping and far too loud for the first class cabin of the plane. Glancing around I noticed more than just the passenger in front of us was watching. Inspiration hit. Holding up the ereader I did my best to look sheepish. “Sorry, it’s a good part of the book and she’s already read it.” Everyone turned back to what they were doing but I could see the person in front of us had his ear turned in our direction.

Alice was rolling her eyes at me. Pulling my ear to her mouth again she said, “Please speak under your breath. I can hear your quietest whisper. I can also read your lips, something they can’t do.”

The rest of the passengers must have thought our conversation was very one-sided for the rest of the flight. I would mouth my questions, she whispered the answers in my ear. For the next three hours she told me how they found me while hunting in Washington. I’d been fishing with Charlie last summer when my scent came on the breeze to Edward. It was the first time they’d all had to tackle him to make him stop hunting a human. Once he stopped breathing, apparently not necessary for them, Alice had a vision of me standing in front of the clan, protecting them. What confused her was that I was human.

The fasten-seat-belt sign came one as we began our descent into Atlanta. “But if I’m human how can I fight off a bunch of vampires?” I ask. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to actually speak. I was quaking so much with fear that I’ sure it would come haltingly.

She looks at me, focusing on my eyes for a while before her eyes go distant, unseeing of anything in front of her. The flight attendants are opening the door of the plane when she answers me. “I don’t know.”