Writer’s Block
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
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In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
For once, her sleep wasn't
dreamless. She assumed that it was because of him. He was the only thing that
was different. She slept in her bed, the large, white wrought iron one she had
inherited from her grandmother. It still had a chenille bedspread that had
belonged to her grandmother as well. The whole house was full of things that
seemed too old for her. That was the way she liked it.
She had woken herself up. Tossing
and turning; caught in the dream that was closer to a nightmare. She always
slept close to the edge of the mattress so the fact that he took up half of her
bed, asleep on his stomach with his hands folded under his head, should not
have upset her. She barely touched him. If she had, she might have woken him up
with her restlessness.
It took her a few seconds to work
out what was different. Until she heard his quiet breathing. She was half
surprised he was still there and then she heard the rain. Rain was a comforting
sound to her, so that wasn’t what had caused her nightmare, but it explained
why he had not left.
She slid out of the bed, picked up
a t-shirt from the floor to wear and went to the bathroom. He hadn’t moved at
all by the time she got back. She slid in next to him and stared at his face,
willing him to wake up. She fancied another roll around with him before she
kicked him out of her place.
He didn’t open his eyes but he
said, “Stop staring at me.”
“Ha! It worked.”
He yawned and stretched out one
arm to snag her and pull her closer to him. “Go back to sleep,” he mumbled.
She scraped her nails up his bare
back. His eyes popped open.
He frowned at her. “I thought
you’d be the type to throw me out.”
“I am. But I usually do it before
I fall asleep.”
“Huh. Lucky me.”
“You’d better believe it,” she
purred at him as she pushed at him to roll onto his back. She clambered astride
him and his hands reached up under her shirt. He was hard and ready, just like
she knew he would be.
He sat up a little to strip her of
the shirt. Her hair tumbled around her head as he pulled it off her and threw
it back on the floor.
“Nice... didn’t see that last
night.”
“What?” she asked.
“The tattoo.”
“What tattoo? I don’t have any
tatts.”
He looked surprised. He pointed at
the oval standing mirror at the end of the bed. “Yes, you do.”
She looked over her shoulder to
see her reflection. A large, bright green tattoo snaked down her spine.
“What the Hell?”
She panicked.
He grabbed at her arms and hugged
her in against him. “Hey, hey... really? It’s new?”
“Yes. Why would I lie about a
thing like that?”
“I dunno.” He made a face at her.
“You don’t believe me.”
“It seems,” he paused as if he
wasn’t sure what to say. “ ... odd,” he finished.
“It’s some kind of writing.”
“Looks like it.”
“What does it say?”
“It’s not English. Let me see.”
She lay on her stomach and let him
study her back.
“It’s also not new,” he said.
“Looks like it has been there for years. No swelling... no redness.” He ran his
hands over her skin and then leaned down and kissed her on the back of the
neck.
“Seriously? Now?”
“Oh, come on... what else were you
planning to do today when you can do me?”
She rolled over. “Find someone I
can ask about my crazy dreams and instant tattoo unless you can help me with
that.”
“Dreams? You had dreams?”
“Weird ones.”
“Like what?” he asked. He sat back
on his heels.
“End of the world stuff.” His
nudity was distracting. She glanced down.
He knew it, and he grinned at her.
“After ... breakfast... we’ll go talk to my grandfather.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“He reached out and stroked down
her bare leg. “He’s a dream reader.”
“Oh.” She didn’t push him away
now. “Dream reader, huh?”
“Yep.” His hand locked around her
ankle and he pulled her leg down the mattress towards him.
“Odd that this tatt showed up
after we fucked.”
“Yeah... that is odd. Want to see
what else happens if we do it again?”
She laughed and let him haul her
towards his body. It was odd, though.
~~~~
© AM Gray 2013
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