CONCEPTION The taxi takes me to city’s edge and drops me off a few hundred yards from Lake Erie. In front of me I see one of the oddest shaped buildings, a pyramid of glass and metal surrounded by castle type appointments that I think look like guardhouses. Standing on the curb for a few moments in the crisp afternoon air, I try to take in the view, shielding my eyes from the sunlight...
I YIELD TO YOU, SIR (WARNING OF EXPLICIT SEXUAL...
I YIELD TO YOU, SIR The popping and sizzling of bacon greets my ears and the smell of coffee brings a smile to my face as I open my eyes. Stretching my legs and pushing painted toes out from under a blanket he must have placed on me in the night, I yawn and sigh happily in the pleasant warmth of the room. Swinging my legs out and onto the floor, the plush blanket slips from my body...
on Fifty Shades of Grey
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AT THE BOOKSTORE
I have struggled to write for the last month and a half. There are times I begin to wonder if I am a writer after all. One day you feel the inspiration and chatter of characters and then, it vanishes, like the spots you see on the highway on hot summer days. I can’t tell you the last time I finished a story. Coming to the bookstore was his idea, as a way of snapping out of this funk,...
DINNER WITH MR BROWN
I sit waiting for food as Mr. Brown looks around for the waitress, both of us ignoring my phone beeping at short intervals. My eyes stay on his face, not afraid to look at his scar. A short girl with shoulder length brown hair arrives at the table, different from the girl that took our order. “Two shots of whiskey,” he says to her. She looks at me for a moment as if she...
WITH YOU, AT BREAKFAST
I take my time organizing everything on the tray. I want it to be perfect. Coffee with cream to the right of crispy bacon, two eggs over medium served with the morning paper. Tying the robe about my waist, I push my feet into new slippers and carry the tray into the sitting room to Mr. Brown. He pretends not to look at me, eyes making a show of focusing on a news program on the...
FOR THE RECORD
Waking to an empty bed and the sun leaking through the blinds, I rub my temples and grab the water bottle, my head pounding from hangover and dehydration. I have not made it habit of yet to drink water when out at the bar. Maybe I need to put a voice reminder in my phone, for I do not wish to feel this overwhelming nausea again anytime soon. I can’t recall the events of...
AT THE POOL
I stare out the window as I wait for words and thoughts to resolve into sentences, seeing the tourists pour out of the casino into the hot Vegas afternoon. Spring vaults into early summer in a flash in this city and I see shorts and tank tops and flip flops where a mere week ago I saw pedestrians wearing hooded sweatshirts and jeans. I wish to sit by the pool or sip a...
IN THE MORNING
I can’t piece together what happened last night or how I came to be nestled in your arms when I woke this morning. Now I sit in the recliner, my knees tucked to my chest and against my chin, letting the water from the shower drip onto my arms, making no attempt to get a towel. I feel you watching me, the usual desire absent as you study me, trying to make eye contact, but I look away. ...
in the night
How did this come to be, Mr. Brown? I smile as you snore, laying on your back beside me, shirtless, arms behind your head. I run a finger down your side to the top of the thick denim you wear and tug at the button, but you do not wake. I sit and grab my notebook off the table, watching you as I wait for my mind to focus on an idea. My leg keeps shaking and I get up for a moment...
Anonymous asked: what will you do when Ray finds about you and Mr. Brown?
dreaming of Vegas
Since arriving in Vegas, I haven’t seen much of the city. I am being kept a prisoner of sorts in this hotel room, Mr. Brown watching my every move or so it seems. He does leave at times, though I know not what he is doing during his hours away. Is he with Ray? Do they talk about me? So many questions fly through my mind that I end up dizzy and can’t concentrate on my writing. It is...
SQUARE PICTURE OPIATE, WITH PARTY
SQUARE PICTURE OPIATE, WITH PARTY The ceaseless circles of everyday life turn again and again, leaving a feeling of light headed nausea. Indeed, some consider cars making left turns for entire afternoons sport. The sport occurs when one mad man left turn taker skids on an oil slick and crashes into a concrete barrier at two hundred miles an hour. (I am not sure what speed that...
THE KILLERS: A MEETING
THE KILLERS: A MEETING Part One Feeling disappointment over the lack of adventure to be found this day on Las Vegas Boulevard, I fight through the tourists towards the hotel, keeping an eye out for certain individuals that may be hawking drugs that you can’t procure in a pharmacy if you catch my meaning. Allow me a moment to complete this transaction. Thank you for the patience....