I cannot believe it is finally February. January was a difficult and LONG month. It felt like several months. Now, we have only 4 more Monday’s until March. Waiting for things doesn’t seem like so much when you count it in Monday’s.
I’ve been struggling with writing new longer fiction (though Birdie and her attentive Governess, Miss Bea Whitmore feel so very present in my head), so I tried my hand at a very pared down story – just the core of the idea. I wrote a few and I’ll share them here. I am going to try hand writing them & sharing a photo of that, and include alt text here for those who need it.
This one is fiction but deeply personal, inspired by some complex emotions. I suspect many will be able to relate to the emotions it touches on.
Curious what you think about both this format, and this story in particular. I feel it evokes a lot despite its short length. Like a single photo can do, this handful of words captures a deep feeling.
-M
I LOVE this, marie! Well done. You’ve painted a vivid image in my mind, and I totally relate to the idea of not wanting to begin counting because you don’t want the experience to end. For 52 words, this is pretty powerful!
Very well done, marie. We shall pray he doesn’t stop since she didn’t start counting… ; ) Please, continue with more stories.
thank you! glad you enjoyed it!
The sensual sound of leather on her bare flesh, her upturned, rounded bottom turning the color of flames. Her sobs softly singing into his ears. She was to count but he knew her, he knew her needs, and no count would be coming. She was so very good to his inner demon..
A 52 word response….not that you asked for it. Hope you don’t mind.
If she could hold this moment, glean the glitter off it like a disco ball and clutch it to her heart –
this moment when her bottom was the most gorgeously vulnerable thing in her whole world, waiting for the sting-palm asteroid to land and ignite everything…
(sorry… been messing about with a new little slice of Jo and got thinking)