spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
When you’ve found the perfect love, you’ll sacrifice everything for him. A small mousy woman, she has little hope of finding love. Always a wallflower overlooked by any and all, she fades from memory as quickly as eyes pass over her. She’s a lonely young woman who is surprised and honored the day he walks up to her at the grocers and says unabashedly how her beauty washes over him. She’s smiling, looking away. He tells her he needs her number. He calls her the following night, says he can’t stop thinking about her face. She agrees to meet him. She remembers him holding the door, pulling out a seat. She remembers him handing her a drink. She remembers nervously swallowing it down. Everything blurs. She wakes in a strange place. He’s lying beside her tracing her naked bruised flesh with his fingertips. He tells her she belongs to him now. All she knows is he makes her feel special. She does everything she can to please him because she loves him and he loves her and takes care of her. He lays out her clothing each morning, determines which friends are best or worst, creates passwords she’ll remember on the new phone he gives her, always keeps her close when they go out. He asks her to do things she’s uncomfortable with but he’s so much better at knowing what she needs than she does herself. At the club he makes out with other women with her sitting next to him, her hand stroking him as he instructed under the table. A small part of her hates it but she knows she’s lucky to have him, he’s told her so over and over, and he never lies to her. The first time he covers her in bloody stripes is her own fault, she forgets to iron the shirt he intended on wearing the following day. She prepares the wrong wine for their company and doesn’t go in public for weeks after that. The bruises and cuts are much too severe and embarrass him. She brings it on herself. She’s lucky to have him, that he doesn’t throw her out in the street. He brings a better lover home, so she can watch and learn. Someday, she vows, she’s going to be worthy of his perfect love…
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Makes me think that I have a lot to learn about relationships. Not learning to do, but learning to understand. Nicely written.
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Thanks for the kind words.
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His version of perfection makes for a good victim. Her ears not only deceive her mind but more importantly, her hearts wisdom.
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Absolutely.
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I confess, I loved the writing I just don’t like the topic. Men like that should be… You really know how to bring emotion to your work, good and bad 👍🏻
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Thanks John. I’m glad that it evoked that response. This is part one in a five part series. I hope you’ll stick around for the rest. They are designed to create emotions and to get one thinking. Hopefully it all ties together in the end.
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Absolutely. I know how I want it to end but I’ll remain in suspense, hoping. Don’t blow the ending for me 😂😂
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Very good!
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Thanks Braeden. It’s an interesting series. Designed to make people think about relationships and stepping out of ourselves and our perceptions.
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It sounds very thought provoking! I will follow it!
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Awesome
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A very raw and emotional read which tackles a difficult subject head-on. Well written!
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Thank you, Tom. I’m so pleased you liked it.
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