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“I needed it an hour ago” [short story]

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Her knife sliced effortlessly through the steak, she stabbed it with the fork and wrapped her lips slowly around the succulent piece of meat. She ate in contented silence until she was interrupted by her date …
“So, tell me about yourself” he said cheerfully
“What an awfully generic question” she “thought” out loud  absentmindedly. The gaze she pinned the young man with subsequently was wide and scrutinizing. Her statement was meant to sting, his face fell…

It took him a few moments to gather his wits, I’m dealing with a real bitch here he thought. Of course he had more manners than to think it out loud.

‘It’s generic to want to know about your date? A blind date at that,” he was affronted, not that she cared to notice at all. She had moved onto her mashed potatoes sighing  heavily; she was bothered.
“What do you want to know?” she rolled her eyes putting another bite into her mouth.

He shrugged looking younger than his 32 years  “I don’t know… Anything?” he seemed hopeful
“Okay,” she  acquiesced  “I am a… sociopath,” she returned her disconcerting gaze to his moss green  eyes. She stabbed another piece of steak and chewed daintily waiting for his response.

“A sociopath?” his eyebrows shot up

“Yes.” she answered simply

“A sociopath…” he played with the word smirking at her “I just don’t believe that,” he chuckled.

“Why?”

“Honestly?”

“No, lie to me,”

sarcasm, he thought

“I feel like this bitchy exterior most women present is a front. You know? Like protection, they don’t want to be hurt,” he said silkily “But, I’m not that kind of guy,”

Asshole

“So you think you know women?”

I know women, probably better than you think you know men,”  he smiled.

“I know what men are, I know how they think,” she put her utensils down “This date isn’t going your way and you thought your cute little routine, which you’ve probably been practicing,could bring some life back into this date,”

“Uh…” He was all he could say

“You’re probably trying to figure out what you’ll do tonight, since it probably won’t be me,” She taunted “You’ll play some mundane video game then, jerk-it to some porn? Check your fantasy football league? You’ll probably retire wondering why it didn’t work out with your ex, you’ll also think about why women like me pass you, your poorly tailored suits, bad haircuts, and your disgusting cologne over,” she picked up her utensils and placed another piece of steak in her mouth and chewed slowly watching as everything washed Charles…or was his name David? Daniel? It didn’t matter because he was flustered and this entertained her.

What a bitch…

“Well, I know how you women work! ” His voice was louder than he anticipated

“Yes?” she teased

“After this date you’ll go back and talk about how terrible and cheap men are. You’ll complain about the steakhouse, probably isn’t expensive enough for you. You probably don’t even eat meat. You’ll cry on your girlfriend’s shoulder about men and your weight while you down a gallon of ice cream. You’ll paint your nails , beautify yourself then go out the next night to another steakhouse,” he took a deep breath.

She regarded him carefully before responding “Hmm… I’ll begin by saying I love meat and I think people who refuse to eat it are silly. It doesn’t matter how expensive or inexpensive this steakhouse is I planned to pay the bill, if that in anyway offends your masculinity I’ll just pay my portion of the bill,” she cocked her to one side and slid her finger back and forth over her bottom lip, this distracted him until she began again ” I don’t cry, it’s an awful waste of time. I have the ability to but I only found this trick useful when I was younger it is no longer effective in my late twenties. I don’t eat ice cream, I eat frozen yogurt, because I take care if my body and I’d rather but complain about my weight if I can do something about it. I don’t paint my own nails , I have a woman for that,” she paused still staring into his eyes  “And lastly, I don’t have any female friends, I really don’t have friends at all,”

“I wonder why that is,” he muttered

” I don’t,” she replied still staring into his eyes … She was impressed he hadn’t looked away
” You have a really strong gaze, it’s relentless” he said

“Yes, I know,” she said matter-of-factly ” it’s how I am able to gauge who you are.”

The side of his mouth curled up “your place or mine?” he said boldly

“Neither” she said flatly, she summoned the waiter “check please, I needed it an hour ago,”

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Untitled [Short Story]

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I am having the diamond placed under my skin today , I am nervous. You only get married once right? And even if you are to be married twice there will always be that scar from the last diamond they’d removed from beneath your skin. Nicore’s mother is thrice divorced, and she will have to wear an actual ring the fourth time she’ll be married ,Nicore is embarrassed by this.  I don’t know why this embarrasses her they used to wear rings on the left hand many years ago to indicate marriage. She was the one who claimed she “just loved vintage” …

 

I have heard many stories or people having their gems removed and their veins being nicked and then dying. Most people think its uber poetic and all to die because you’ve had to be separated from your ‘soul-mate’ … I think it’s tragic and an uber waste of life. Why should that person die because they’d unfortunately gotten involved with the wrong person.? Especially these days when people were so desperate to marry off their children because of the futile attempts to reproduce and up our dying population…

 

My mother thought for the longest time that I spoke like  a ‘feminist lesbian’. I’ve had to remind her too many times that the latter terms aren’t necessarily  synonymous but she’s ignorant, old and opinionated. She’d always say things like “you’ll never be married will you? Or have children? I’ll die never being a grandmother… Or watching you walk down the aisle in some off-white dress because heavens knows you probably shouldn’t wear white.” I love my mother, honestly, even if she often made seriously wrong inferences about my sexual status. I tell myself she means well to stop myself from lacing her oatmeal with rat poison.

 

Darian is my fiancé, he’s tall , serious, handsome, financially stable and the perfect gentleman, honestly.
He’s “passionate” about his work [money] at the financial ministry, I pretend to listen. Truth be told it bores me to know the financial status of those in our area… He had a couple of hobbies when we first started dating like coin collecting, and bat mitten also Tetris and solitaire. He has since forgotten them in his avaricious attempts at climbing the ranks at the ministry.
Our only attempt at sex went so horribly that we’ve decided to forgo the whole thing until we’ve officially married in the eyes of the judiciaries, and our diamonds have been implanted … I’m fine with it.

 

I am Aria, born 26 years ago in the 16th area of the  world consulate. Today I’m having my diamond placed. I’m being married today to Darian. I’m excited about this, honestly.

 
I get to wear an expensive gown, and plenty of jewelry, I get to have the diamond placed under my skin in my society’s gruesome attempt at slowing the divorce rate. My reception will have many cakes and pastries and wonderful catering. The best part will be the wine, which I’ll probably not need for a good time, honestly.

 

My mother is up and shuffling about, I can hear her; she isn’t graceful. I’m laying in my bed staring at my left hand “you’ll never be the same,” I mutter and part of me knows I’m not just talking to my hand.

Choice [short story]

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“You’re doing the right thing,” He paused “I promise” he said with confidence, he smiled brightly at her and she reciprocated with a small twitch at the side of her mouth.

The politicians argue that we have the right to choose, she thought

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” He said trying to rid the room of silence

“They told me not to eat anything,” she mumbled looking at her feet.

“Oh,” He said “Well, maybe afterward then?”

“No,” she said simply

“Why?” he pressed

“Because today I want to make a choice that is my own!” she snapped.

You should have seen that coming,  he thought and simply nodded his head “OK.”

Cut from the same cloth… [short story]

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On this day she rose earlier that usual to the sound of her alarm. She stretched her svelte body slowly over her satin sheets. She rolled over and glanced at the time it read 10:45 AM, she smiled lightly .  The 35 year old woman was content with her life, she had no serious complaints and unlike most women her age she thoroughly enjoyed having no one to share her bed with.

She rose after a few minutes and and pranced over to her walk in closet.  She stood there for a second examining the two sides of her closet.One side filled with designer dresses, and jackets, Christian Loubitin heels and too many watches to count. The other side filled with exactly three pairs of dress shoes a slew of dress shirts and pants and a few baseball caps that were color coordinated with the t-shirts folded under them.  She rolled her eyes at his simple taste, she thought it was a waste of closet space.

She stalked over to his clothes and pulled a dark colored shirt from the hanger and some tan slacks and laid them out. She then walked over to her side and pulled out a form fitting black dress to wear, and nude colored heels. She liked order and she like to be prepared for everything, she laid her clothing out next to his neatly, then showered.

She stepped out into the slightly chilled air, the weather had been surprising for the season, but as usual she wasn’t a complainer, she walked a few blocks until she spotted a clean looking food cart where she ordered .

“Here you are ma’am one coffee, black,” he handed her the coffee

She looked up from her mobile device “Oh yes thank you dear,” she handed the man too much money and walked away without asking for the change.

“Have a happy new year miss!” he shouted after realizing the generous “tip”  she left him

“To you the same ” she flashed a dazzling smile, put her sunglasses on,and waltzed away. His heart rate increased, she had this affect on men.

She walked a few more blocks to her destination, and sashayed  in without even acknowledging the person at the front desk, the young woman didn’t seem bothered by this as she continued to file her nails.

An old woman appeared in the doorway “May I help you miss?” her voice small and shaky, she wasn’t a nervous woman, but after so many years of being second in the business her husband built, she was unsure of herself after his recent passing. She was old but  strong, and knew she would live for a long time. To her the future seemed hopeful, the prospect of a long life without her husband after so many years was … exciting.

“No,” she paused ” well yes, you can help me. I am looking for a mahogany casket, beautiful in design, one that can possibly be monogrammed, in black,”

“Oh.”

The old woman was taken aback, most of her customers weren’t so forward coming with details of burying their loved ones. She decided to proceed cautiously, this could be a coping mechanism  ” Well, we have some lovely mahogany ones in our showing room would you like to see?”

The woman nodded ” I’d love to love to see them,” she flashed another one of her dazzling smiles and followed the old woman.

The old woman ran through her usual sales pitches, showing the most expensive caskets, talking about their finishes and how long they would last as she listened intently. The old woman paused regarding her.

“May I ask who you are burying?” she said clearly embarrassed that she hadn’t asked before

” My husband,” the woman gave a weak smile

” Oh honey,” she said wide eyed distracted by her thoughts. ” I’m so sorry.” you poor thing

The woman stared impassively at the old woman, then turned to face the caskets again.

“when did it happen?” the old woman was concerned , so young to lose her husband

“It will happen in June…” she trailed off, she turned on her heel to face the old woman and gave a slight smile.

Oh my  the old woman thought, she peered into her eyes  “we’re cut from the same cloth aren’t we honey?”

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I had never felt worse my entire life and it was almost inevitable. I felt my life slipping away from me. All I could think was that I wanted to see my child’s face before I closed my eyes, I whispered my wish, the nurse standing next to me nodded lightly and obliged…

I looked at who was, until this miracle came, the only person I loved in life so much that it hurt. His eyes were fearful as he began to walk toward me, everything seemed so slow. I knew he knew, and all I wanted to do was be strong and be there for them but I knew that wasn’t possible anymore. They brought the baby swaddled  in a light colored blanket. I was surprised that his eyes were so big, wide open staring into my face. I took him from her in my arms and he felt so heavy, that’s when I really knew I didn’t have time. Nathan leaned over and kissed me lightly and I smiled at how great that felt, and how amazing that moment was and it hit me suddlenly that I would have no more moments like this…

And as the regret and sadness began to set in I felt myself going, I wrapped his little hand around my finger and I looked up at Nathan and I knew that they were going to be fine without me, I felt peaceful, as I watched his tears stream. The nurse took him from my arms, I smiled at my baby boy at my hysterical husband. He reached for me as  my eyes closed, and I desperately wanted to reach back, but I couldn’t. I wan’t sad because even if I wanted to be, the peace that fell over me wouldn’t allow it. So I succumbed. And just like that I was gone.

Going… [short story]

This too shall pass [short story]

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she sat with her legs crossed in front of the couch, sifting through the mountain of clothing on the living room floor. She seemed indifferent and everyone agreed that her reaction seemed odd.  She sorted the clothing into three different piles, her sister watched her leaning against the door frame.

” did you do it?” her sister asked, seeming calm but  almost afraid of the answer.

She looked up slowly “What if I did?”

Her sister shrugged and joined her on the floor “need help?”

She smiled and answered “yes, the smell of this repugnant cologne on his clothing is starting to get to me,”

Her sister picked up a shirt gingerly, and looked at her ” he was a real prick,” the sister paused and to examined the shirt “but he had style, you should bury him in this”

She took the shirt from her sister and put it on the couch behind her ” yeah that was one of his favorites. I think I’ll leave him in the pants he was wearing the night it happened,”

Her sister glanced at her ” you shouldn’t speak of it, just push it from your mind like it never happened,”

“I don’t regret it, just wish I didn’t have to remember it,” she said

“I know, but some things just have to be done,” the sister placed her hand on her younger siblings shoulder “don’t be afraid, you have nothing to worry about. it was clean,”

“No! you have nothing to worry about! you’ve never killed your husband!” she snapped.

Her sister removed her hand from her shoulder, she was silent for a moment staring at the ground as if she were trying to collect her thoughts, to respond. slowly raising her head displaying a coy smile, as if she had a secret “remain calm sister, this too shall pass,”