Wednesday, June 15, 2016

PISTOL

 
How many times do you have to read the Ad :
PISTOL

 Like New

Used Once

 

...until you understand it’s gravity?
Did it’s significance just dawn on you? Were you not aware, that, that one-time, was all it took?
A kill shot at extremely close range, all arranged by a stranger, whose blood may still be on the trigger.

But it intrigues you; USED ONCE. Who’s to know?

So you call the ‘lister and arrange a meet.
Man of three hundred pounds turns up, with the piece holstered. He eyes you with caution, as is his right…but you are equally dubious.
You do a little dance, to :  
WHAT YOU GOT?
WHAT YOU WANT?

Finally, he asks to examine the piece. It’s his right as the buyer. He took control of it in a casual, but clumsy, manner, which reeked of a ‘novice’ trying impress the pro.
But that’s all right, as long as it wasn’t pointed his way. Hell a gun like this is often handed down from novice to novice. Everyone likes to think it has only been used once.
As he waited, he watched the novice handling the piece, aiming at ghosts, and thought to himself
“I will not be surprised to see this gun again.”

It only takes one.



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BRIEF INTERLUDE

 
They seized a moment in the stairway. Passing…
but, oh, so slowly.
Longing to utter their every desire into the ear of this ‘stranger’.
But caution prevails…as they were well within ear-shot of some heavy traffic.
The glint in the eye…the Tease of it all.
The quiet Promise of things to come, but not soon enough. 
The tip of a tongue, tasty, but brief.
The arch of a brow, obviously intrigued.
Ten seconds...no relief.
Too quick to believe
...yet, this interlude
is over.



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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

MY MISCALCULATION

 



     Now is not the time. You shouldn’t be doing this.

Alright. If that’s what you want…but I thought you…

You thought wrong.

But your pants are off and your bra’s undone…

So?

Generally speaking, that signals a certain acquiescence, if not outright, fervent, participation.

It did, but it stopped…and I wouldn’t say it was ‘fervent’.

I sensed ‘fervent’…but you, stopped?

It’s my right to say “No’.

It is indeed. No question, none whatsoever. But…

No ‘buts’.

It’s just that I’ve reached a certain ‘state’…

What ‘state’ is that?

Well, let’s put this way; you either talk me in off the ledge, or you provide a ‘push’.

What ‘ledge’?

I’m stuck on this precipice.

Better get yourself down.

Get myself down”? I don’t know you well enough to perform ‘the descent’, but if you could lend me a hand…

My hands won’t be sullied.

Oral will suffice…

Not on your life.

Even if my life is in “Limbo”?

I will not ‘have a hand’ in whatever decision you make. And I will NOT be your “Limbo Bimbo”. Hahahahah!

He did not laugh. The joke just sat there, like a broken wheel…flat off the rim

No love was lost…
         … ‘no love’ was ventured.

My miscalculation.




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