She decided to be daring, and invited him to share a cab ride home. The evening had been fun, it was late, and they lived nearby. It wasn’t difficult for him to agree. Both seated in the back, she asked if he was relaxed. Very relaxed, he replied. She smiled.
Category daily prompt
A Glimpse
For so long she held out for a glimpse. Finally, there he was. Crossing the road, he quickly disappeared. Away from her. Perhaps in time they may meet again. Perhaps then she will have the right words. Perhaps then she will have broken through herself. Perhaps then she won’t care.
All in a Day
Value each day
Each moment
Each breath
For one day
The last dawn will rise
All the moments will have passed
And your breath will be no more.
Graceful
My firstborn was a boy. And I knew it. From the way he fed, and the way he cried. He would pull at my breasts, yank and tug, because he was a boy and he was Hungry. When my daughter came along, she was the most graceful little thing. Her hands and fingers were so dainty, and when it was time to feed she was so polite. Very soft and graceful. At night she would just softly murmur if she wanted to feed. Instead of yelling the house down and waking up the whole neighborhood. I would lift her from the cot beside my bed and we would lie together. Her hands still have a beautiful gracefulness about them. Sometimes I plead with her, please brush my hair and if she is feeling generous she will softly brush my hair and braid or tie it up. It is a magical feeling for me – the touch of her gentle delicate hands.
Facade
I have an RBF. Apparently. Resting bitch face. I remember reading an article once on the every day lives of men and women. Women are expected to smile more and look pleasant. I have observed this in the workplace too. If a woman doesn’t smile often she is deemed miserable. But the same does not apply to her male colleagues. I have never been able to wear a facade. If I’m happy,I look happy. If I’m sad, I look sad. Stressed, looked stressed. Etc. My RBF doesn’t help though. Sometimes I am feeling just fine, but because I’m not smiling, I have a demeanor that may keep others at a distance. I don’t mean to though!
Here’s me looking happy 🙂
Licorice
I disagree with anyone who says licorice tastes good. Because licorice does not taste good. There is no part of licorice that tastes good. In any shape, size or form. I haven’t yet figured out why licorice is actually produced in the first place. And why anyone would want to eat it? It doesn’t look good or appetizing either, resembling something like a car tyre. And who wants to eat their car tyre? So where would the appeal even lie?
Unfinished
My current pile of unfinished books consists of a Dale Carnegie classic “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”, a Rumi poetry book gifted to me by my beautiful friend nia, and below that “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. Non-fiction, poetry and fiction all stacked in a pile next to my bed. Happiness is…
Demons Rising
Panic is rising
Rising up and
Light is growing
Growing dimmer
While darkness
Is darkening
I steel myself
Trying to keep
Safe from
Demons inside
Rising up to
Throttle
My heart
Not knowing
Where to go
Or where to turn
I hold myself
Silence
I wait alone
I wait for you
Surrounded by silence
And thoughts so blue
Where are you
Where could you be?
Do you know I’m here
Do you think of me?
Girl Power
Sometimes we girls need friends. Some girl power to lift us up, and remind us we are loved. Today I spent a couple of hours with one of my girlfriends. I arrived with a sore heart. Only to find that it was uplifted and encouraged. We enjoyed the sun, the scenery, the coffee, the lunch, the company, each other, and celebrating the fact that we are girls. No, not girls. We are Women. Mothers. Wives. Friends.
We are passionate. And we are awesome. 🙂
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