The exercise:
2009? Seriously? Yeesh.
Anyway - the year is off to a fine start: at the request of a relatively new Protagonizer, I've added the Following Gadget over on the right. So if you've got a Blogspot account and you're interested, you can join Alya and Follow this blog. You'll get a notice on your Blogger Dashboard every time I make a new post - so every day. But seeing as I update at pretty much a different time every day, some people might find it useful.
To mark the occasion, the starter for today is: following. Mine went places I had no intention of going to, but hey, that's the way it goes... most times.
Mine:
I feel no eyes on my back,
I hear no feet in my tracks,
I see no men in alleys,
I taste no dark finale…
But I know I’m not alone.
I know this deep in my bones.
My skin has been followed here,
My throat burns with swallowed fear,
My eyes are failing me now,
My ears cannot hear a sound…
But my thoughts have company.
It’s a certain guarantee.
My feet cannot go faster,
My eyes have a new master,
My voice has become a mime,
My heart’s beating out of time…
For I know my end is near.
No; for now my end is here.
I told you! ppl follow when you follow them (most of the time:) I see Ana joined your blog! She is awesome!
ReplyDeleteNow on to my comment....drummmmm rollll please...
Excellent! I cannot write anything that makes your heart stop like that! "My feet cannot go faster,
My eyes have a new master" Whattttt! that is crazy! Incredible job!
A~
Thanks very much - I'd love to see your take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteIt's always interesting to see the different places people go from the same starting point :)
Following
ReplyDeleteThe fog was beginning to dissipate. Though he couldn’t quite see it yet, Trevor could sense it—things were a little too clear. It all seemed better without the harsh light of day.
She emerged from the fog. Curls as black as midnight swirled around her shoulders, her hips swayed in a seductive rhythm. The pale shift she wore hugged her curves, promising tantalizing delights beneath it. She gave him a coy smile, tilting her head down to gaze at him through her lashes.
As he reached out to play with the end of a stray curl, she covered his hand with hers. The contact sent a shock through him, made Trevor’s heart beat unevenly. Her steady gaze held him; the smoky eyes seemed to look right into his soul. They knew what he wanted, knew what he had to have.
He knew he shouldn’t. A respected business man in his community—a husband and father—Trevor was above these hedonistic urges. But that first taste had been intoxicating and had only left him wanting more. This mistress gave him something no one else could. If only for a few hours, he could escape the burden of responsibility. He was weary of the faux smiles of his colleagues. Disappointed with his spoiled children who scoffed at any discipline. Bored by his impassive wife who lay lifeless while he made love to her. He longed to hold someone close in the darkness of night, to have limbs wrapped around him in wild abandon, to cry out his name in release.
He looked up at the full lips that curved in invitation. Her hand caressed his jaw as she whispered temptation in his ear. Walking away, she glanced over her shoulder, crooked a finger at him to follow. There was no hesitation in his step as he chased her mocking laugh.
And as the needle pressed into his arm, he thanked the raven beauty as she coursed through his veins. He would sleep with her tonight.