When bad turns to oh so good
Generally Alex would have spent days pouting over and then plotting revenge against that evil, evil old lady. However, being called a harlot actually managed to bring her a very good stroke of luck. After the incident Alex stormed off to her, go to coffee shop for emotional release and that’s where she met him.
James was his name and he was so very pretty standing in front of her in line. The smile he gave Alex made her heart melt, and when he bought her coffee she thought she would turn into a giggling school girl. The conversation the two of them shared for the next two hours was the best she had experienced in a long time with a new man.
He was perfection, he was light; she was exaggerating but that did not stop her from inviting him to her place for dinner later that week.
A good idea is waiting above you
Happy Friday! I am gearing up to write in NaNoWrimo(an entire novel in just one month) and I am searching for inspiration everywhere, how nice would it be to always have it waiting above you. Keep on Dreamin’ it’s Friday after all.
An Ode To The Margarita
The presentation is so simple;
Yet totally mouth watering.
My order was the basic,
Rocks, Salt; no gimmick needed.
A lick of the salt comes first,
Always.
The final preparation before
the delight.
The tang of the Tequila plays with
The Salt on my tongue.
With one sip the day drifts away,
Momentarily peace restored.
Unfortunate the limit be held,
Held firmly at three.
The Soul
Harlot
John had been truly upset to the point of almost being frightened when he spoke about the neighbor as he referred to her. Alex had even forgotten to give him the fifth degree about his date. Alex was now determined to meet this evil old lady for herself.
For three days Alex took her absolute sweet time walking down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door in hopes of catching a glimpse. She felt like she was hunting for the elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Everytime a door opened Alex would slow her walk, she was a wild animal hoping to be trapped in the snare.
On the fourth day Alex was granted her wish when a little old lady stopped her in her tracks and introduced herself as Gertrude.
“Are you the young lady living sinfully with that young man I met the other day”?
“Yes I live with him as roommates, his name is John”
“We had a name for women like you in my day” with an extravagent whip of her bath robe Gertrude walked back to her front door, “HARLOT” follwed by the door being slammed with unadulterated conviction.
Friday Dreamin’ Switch Up
I went a little rogue on this Friday morning and I could not be more pleased by it. Instead of showing an amazing way or place to display your books, I went a different route, one that suits my slightly stressed soul. I am dreamin’ on this Friday of reading in the perfect place and that hammock suits me perfectly.
The Streetlight
The streetlight has seen it all.
It has been there since the very start of it,
Yet it is forever sworn to secrecy.
Not real, unable to express itself in any way.
But what if?
What if?
If the chance was offered,
would you take it?
An opportunity to be like the light,
Never participating, always watching.
Would you learn from the secrets,
Or would you sell them out?
If you knew the truth,
Complete and total truth.
Should it be embraced,
or hidden
Forever.
She Does Nothing and Everything
The Neighbor
Alex never did get any details on the mysterious date, at some point during the movie she fell asleep. Not only that but John had the audacity to leave early the next day to do who knows what without giving her the proper details, his first roommate faux pas. Alex was left to wonder, wait, wonder, and most frustrating of all wait.
John came in panting, covered with sweat, it became clear his early morning disappearance was a morning jog. As Alex was going to pounce of him and demand information she was shut down by the expression on his face. Out of breathe John demanded, “Have you met her, I mean please tell me you have met her, did she give you the fifth degree”?
“Who are you talking about, what happened”?
“The old lady, our next door neighbor, she trapped me on my way up the stairs, and then she demanded to know what our intentons were, us, living together in such an inappropiate manner”!
*Madge Sinclair
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 