Standing at the edge of forever

 Yerres, Parc Caillebotte

Emerynn stood in the center of the bridge, tossing pebbles into the water and gazing intently at the ripples she created.  She knew she should instead be looking at Nicolas, studying his face and his movements so his image would be forever branded into her memory.  But she felt if she watched him she would cry, knowing she only had one more day left in Paris before she flew back home to America.  She could see him out of the corner of her eye, though, the cuffs of his jeans rolled up as he stepped off the bank to get to the flowers growing just out of reach.  Emerynn smiled to herself, she knew he’d get in trouble if caught, possibly even fined, but he knew yellow was her favorite color.  With a sigh, she tossed another pebble into the stream and watched as the ripples moved slowly away from her and disappeared, one by one.  ‘Just like my moments left here’ she thought sadly to herself.  As her finger lightly rolled along the last few pebbles in her hand, she felt as though she were sifting through the sands of time, and she didn’t want to let go of another piece.

A small splash and a muttered “merde!” caught her attention, and Emerynn now gazed fully upon the man who had stolen her heart.

“Heh, the water’s a little deeper than I thought,” he called out sheepishly.

“You are such a dork,” she laughed back at him.

“Dork?  What does that mean? Is it bad?” he asked.

Emerynn shook her head and smiled. “Not really, it’s meant in an affectionate manner.”

Nicolas cast a dubious look at Emerynn.  “Hmmmm…somehow I am not so sure.”  Then, with a triumphant grin, he managed to snap off an iris at its base and turned toward Emerynn with his hand held behind his back.  As if she didn’t know what he was doing. 

“Do you remember the first day we met, here on this very bridge?” he asked as he made his way back up the bank.

“Of course, it was three weeks ago yesterday,” recalled Emerynn.  “Remember when I thought you called me a raisin?”

Nicolas laughed.  “You had trouble with my accent.  I believe my exact words were ‘tu es ma raison d'être.’  And I stand by those words.  You are my reason for being.”  He paused for a moment before continuing.  “Then you remember our first kiss, non?” he asked, as his eyes sought and locked with Emerynn’s.  Neither looked away as he closed the short distance between them, and Emerynn could only nod in reply. 

Nicolas stood close enough to kiss her, but he whispered instead.  “I stole that first kiss, it caught you by surprise.  Then the emotions, they caught us both by surprise.  I will never forget what you said to me.”  Nicolas bent his head down to Emerynn’s and his lips brushed against her neck as his voice took on an almost imploring tone.  “Say it again,” he whispered urgently.

Emerynn didn’t trust herself to speak, and she swallowed hard against the wave of butterflies she always felt when he was near.  She took in the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his breath dancing across her neck, and every nerve in her body tingled against the edge of their breaking point.  It was exquisite and overwhelming, and she couldn’t bear it a moment longer.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.  She pulled her head back slightly to look up into Nicolas’ eyes.  “Kiss me as if it were the last time.”

The yellow iris dropped to the ground, forgotten, as Nicolas brought both hands around to gently cup Emerynn’s face.  “There will never be a last time,” he promised as his lips met hers.  Emerynn wrapped her arms around his neck, and time no longer mattered.

 © 2015 Dahlia Ramone

This was written for Blogophilia Week 15.8 

Topic:  Sifting Through the Sands of Time

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts)  Use a line from the movie "Casablanca"

(“Kiss me.  Kiss me as if it were the last time.”)

(Easy, 1 pt) Incorporate the phrase "raison d'être"

"All the Lonely People" - a Wes and Gabby story

 “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” muttered Gabby for the eighth time.  She pulled her NY Driver’s License out of her bag and handed it to the bouncer at the door.

Wes was unfazed.  “Relax, this won’t hurt,” he laughed as he stepped ahead of her into the bar.

“Easy for you to say.  You’re not being set up.”

“You’re not being set up – that was last week.  This is just….follow through.”

“Follow through to what? The Gates of Hell?” Gabby shuddered as she walked through the door and looked around the dimly lit bar.  A bright neon green sign advertising Coors Light hung on the wall behind the bar, along with an odd assortment of license plates and horse shoes.  Gabby couldn’t help herself and shuddered, a movement not lost on Wes.

“Be nice,” he chided.  “Wyatt is looking forward to this.  Besides, by all accounts you looked like you were into him last week.”

“By all accounts I was slightly past tipsy last week.  It was the only way to get through that damn party.  And now you throw this at me?  Can’t you just torture me with your country music and leave it at that?  You have to add disco, too?  I’m surprised people in the boondocks even know what disco is.”

Wes shook his head.  “For the hundredth time, I do not live in the ‘boondocks’ just because we don’t have a Starbucks nearby.  Anyway, where’s your sense of adventure?  It’s Disco Cowboy Night.  I bet you’ve never even been to a Country Disco bar before.”

“Yeah, and there’s a reason for that.  I don’t do country, and I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes.”

“You could have just said ‘no.’”

“I tried, remember?  You threatened to hold my bags hostage if I didn’t come, and I can’t very well fly home without them.”

“Yeah well remember, I can still hold them hostage if you don’t play nice.” Wes side-stepped Gabby just as she moved to punch him in the arm.  She caught him looking just past her and turned around as he shouted out “Wyatt, you made it!”

“Hey, y’all” Wyatt nodded a greeting at Wes.  “Gabby,” he nodded at Gabby as he tipped his hat, holding his gaze on her a few seconds longer.  Gabby smiled politely in return.  “So, Wyatt, is this where all the lonely people go?” she asked as she gestured toward the bar.  Gabby couldn’t help smirking just a little as Wes frowned a warning at her.  Wyatt, however, was new to her sarcasm. 

“What? No,” Wyatt replied.  “They go down to The Broken Road.  It’s a miserable little hole in the wall, though fitting for its name, I suppose.  Here, everyone is just full of life – partying at the bar, riding the mechanical bull or boot-scootin’ on the dance floor.  Come on, I’ll show you,” Wyatt explained as he grabbed Gabby’s hand and pulled her along to the main room before she had a chance to object.  Now it was Wes’ turn to smirk as he followed close behind, making damn sure he didn’t miss whatever was going to happen next.

They all stopped just inside the room, where the dance floor was nearly packed.  Gabby had heard of line-dancing, of course, but she’d never actually seen people doing it.  On this first occasion, she had the misfortune to witness the odd, synchronized dancing amidst a cringe-worthy array of polyester and sequins, giant belt buckles and black felt cowboy hats.  It was like a train wreck that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from.  Wyatt mistook her shock for interest.

“You wanna dance, too?  Let’s go get down,” he tried to take Gabby’s hand again.  “That is NOT the way I get down,” she stated emphatically as she jerked her arm away and took two steps back, only to back up against Wes.  Wes chuckled as he blocked her getaway.  “Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered into her ear before giving her a gentle shove forward.  He knew he’d regret it later, but he made sure to put just enough ‘oompf’ into his push to propel her into Wyatt.  Awkwardly, Wyatt grabbed at Gabby to prevent her from falling down.  Wes seized on the opportunity.  “Have fun you two!” he shouted gleefully.  Gabby shot him a death glare as Wyatt released his grip from around her waist, but firmly held onto her hand.

“I don’t have the patience for this shit,” Gabby mumbled under her breath as Wyatt led her out onto the dance floor to the strains of “ride, ride, ride, disco cowboy…”

© 2015 Dahlia Ramone

 

(My apologies to people who actually like country music)

 

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*Warning* Once you see this video, you can’t unsee it. 

So if you decided to watch it, just remember, you did it to yourself ;)

  

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This was written for Blogophilia Week 6.8.  It is actually something that I started for Week 7.7 (from sometime last year?) but never got around to finishing.  So instead of scratching it completely, I just worked this week’s prompts into it.  Below are the topics and prompts for each ;)

Blogophilia Week 6.8 Topic:  All the Lonely People

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts)  Incorporate a lyric from a Linkin Park song

That is not the way I get down / You did it to yourself /

I don’t have the patience – All from the song “Lies Greed Misery”

(Easy, 1 pt) Use the term "twitter-light" (I didn’t)

 

 

Blogophilia Week 7.7 Topic:  Slightly Past Tipsy

 

Bonus Points:

 

(Hard, 2 puts): Quote Hunter Thompson ("I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes")

(Easy, 1 pt): Incorporate a snack machine (I didn't)

 

 

"In Shadows" - a Max and Mara story

 

“Max.”

“Max.”

“Max.”

Mara stood at the edge of Max’s bed, nudging him every ten seconds.

“Whaaat,” replied Max groggily as he pulled the covers up over his head.

“Max!” Mara said a little more sharply.

Max groaned and peeked out from the covers at his sister standing next to his bed.  Even half-asleep, he recognized the look on her face.

“Did you hafe another curry nightmare?” he asked.

“What?  It’s called a ‘recurring’ nightmare, stupid.  You don’t even know what curry is.” For a moment, Mara forgot why she came into Max’s room and stood there with her hands on her hips, staring at him with the authority of a twin who was nearly eight minutes older than her little brother.   

“Do too.  It’s that yucky stuff mom and dad eat.  And don’t call me ‘stupid.’ You’re the one who came into my room,” grumbled Max as he rolled over away from his sister.

“Oh yeah!” Mara was quickly reminded and cast a quick glance behind her toward the hallway.

“Scoot over” she told her brother as she crawled into bed beside him.  Max made room for her but grumbled as he did so.  “You sure are a scaredy cat.”

“Well, you would be too if you dreamed what I just did,” said Mara.

Max through his hands up in the air and said in his most exasperating voice “what happened THIS time?!”

“Well, THIS time – ” she glared at her brother in the dark “ – we were in Miss. Tanner’s class and we were lined up waiting to be s’cused for naptime, that’s when I heard it laughing.”

“It was laughing this time?” Max turned his full attention to his sister.  It never made noise in her dreams before.

Mara nodded solemnly.  “Yeah, a scary, evil laugh.  I asked Jenna behind me if she heard it too.  She didn’t hear it.  NOBODY heard it except me.  Like always!  It was coming from the back of the room, in shadows behind the piano.”

“On the back shelf with the other puppets?” asked Max intently.

Mara nodded again.

“Stupid puppets,” muttered Max,

“But you know it wasn’t the puppets – they’re cute and friendly.  It was - ” Mara brought her voice down to a whisper “ – it was the clown.”

Max shivered at the image in his head.  “What did you do!?” he asked.

“Well, just then Miss Tanner s’cused us into the other room and I ran to get my mat and I squeezed it between Jenna’s and Marcus’ on the far-away side of the room.  Then when everyone was laid down Miss Tanner turned off the lights and told us to close our eyes and go to sleep.  But I couldn’t sleep.  I couldn’t even closed my eyes.  I tried to pretend and fake sleep, but Miss Tanner knew I was faking.”

“Teachers always know when you’re faking stuff,” agreed Max.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause they’re teachers.  She told me to go to sleep and I told her that I can’t sleep.  She said ‘try’, and I said no, I ‘can’t sleep.  And she asked me what I meant and I said I didn’t want to say in front of everyone.  So she told me to follow her back into the classroom.”

“So then what did you tell her?” Max asked.

“She asked me again why I wouldn’t go to sleep, and I told her ‘I can’t sleep, the clowns will eat me.’”

Max forgot all about trying to sleep.  Mara had his full attention.  He sat straight up in bed.  “They were gonna eat you??”

“And you know what she said back?”  Mara raised the pitch of her voice to mimic her teacher.  “‘Mara, clowns aren’t going to eat you.’ Then she asked me what clowns was I talking about and I told her I heard the clown in the back of the room laughing.”

“Did she believe you?” asked Max.

“I think so,” replied Mara, “because her face got all serious.  Then she said that the clown and puppets weren’t real and said she’d prove it and told me to go with her to the back of the room.”

“Were you scared to go?”

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna go, but she grabbed my hand and made me walk with her.”  Mara didn’t say anything for a few more minutes, lost in thought.  Max waited with all the patience he could muster, until he could no longer stand it and prodded his sister.  “Did it laugh again, when you guys got up to it?” he asked. 

“No,” replied Mara quietly.

“Oh,” whispered Max.  “So she didn’t believe you then?”

“No,” Mara replied.  “That’s not it.”

“So she did believe you?” Max was confused now.

“No.”  Mara reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp before turning to look at Max.  He had his covers pulled up to his chin and was watching her intently.  “What, then?” he whispered.

“We got to the puppet shelf and Miss Tanner reached up to grab it, only…..it wasn’t there.”

Max scooched down under his blankets.  “What do you mean, it wasn’t there?”

“I mean it was GONE!” replied Mara as she, too, grabbed the covers up to her eyes and huddled underneath them.  “Miss Tanner just stood there looking around and said ‘well that’s weird; it couldn’t just get up and walk away…’.  And then that’s when I woke up.”

“It’s still out there,” whispered Max.

Mara nodded.  “It’s gonna come back.”

Both kids were silent for a moment.

“Wait, where did mom say we were going this weekend?” asked Mara.

Max bolted straight up in bed.  “The circus!” he cried.  They exchanged frightened looks before both jumping out of bed.

“MOM!” cried Max as he ran down the hall to their parents’ bedroom. 

“You can’t make us go!” Mara yelled, two steps behind him.

In their haste, they ran right past the hallway table and didn’t see the four circus tickets sitting on top, right next to the two new, gift-with-purchase clowns their parents had bought as a surprise…



 

This was written for Blogophilia

 Blogophilia Week 4.8 Topic:  In Shadows

 

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts)  Incorporate a recurring nightmare

(Easy, 1 pt)  Use a lyric or quote by Alice Cooper

(“can’t sleep, the clowns will eat me”)