Long week. Really long week. The ups and downs are real, and it just seems like they pile on sometimes – this was one of those weeks. I can feel the pull of it all, even though the day is finally getting close to being done, and the weekend is here. Time to reset.
She can see it in my eyes, even in the way I hold myself. It’s a battle to not just snap at little things but to stay in control. That’s what’s needed, I have to stay in control.
“Here’s to the week being done and over…” we toast with our favorite wine – and settle into our dinner and talk about the day.
Out of the blue, she stands up – “Please take care of the dishes and such for me. I have some things to do. ” It’s a little odd. Just the phrasing. The look in her eye, it’s a strange gleam. Continue reading “Sometimes, Surrender Is What It’s All About”
By the time they had arrived at the resort, it was late. Delays and a missed flight had exhausted them and they had gone to bed as soon as they arrived. Continue reading “Bliss”
Welcome to that land of nothing that happens here, leaves here. Ah yes. I usually am braced to see what happens – so many unexpected things, from the sexy to the musical to the foodie side of things.
“Do you have our coin? The one I gave you for travel,” she asks pointedly.
“Yes, yes I do,” I say. I pull it out of my suitcase and hand it to her, all shiny.
She walks away.
“Um, what’s up?” I ask. Continue reading “Heads or Tails?”
He was sitting in the coffee shop trying to finish the presentation. He hated speaking and had procrastinated to the point where it was now an emergency. And that didn’t make it any easier to write. Continue reading “Enigma”
She had put off the photography assignment for as long as she could. Photographing flowers just wasn’t her thing. She loved unexpected angles and situations, not just flowers. Continue reading “Blossoming”
He was walking home from the coffee shop when he saw her. He didn’t know precisely why she drew his attention, but he found himself tumbling into speculation. Continue reading “A Trench Coat”
The invitation to the opening of the new show at the art museum had been on the refrigerator door for two weeks. They had agreed they should go. It was an artist they both loved and free food was never a bad thing. Continue reading “Artistic Flair”
They were standing on the deck of the ship and watching the sunset over the ocean. It was crystal clear except for the slight waves caused by the ship itself. Continue reading “Sunset”
Read Part I here.
We’re less than a few minutes into this and I can feel that it’s this accumulation thing that is going on. I can tell it’s going to get harder and harder to keep my head straight, especially with the 10s break rule. It’s not a very long time, and I can already tell you that the internal… squeeze is going to get to the point where it’s not enough time to reset.
In fact, now only about 4 minutes in, we’re at that point.
Every edge we hit, I’m struggling to get back under control before things start up again, either by your hand (which, of course, is never late) or mine. Mine requires my head and body to get their respective shit together and recover… in 10s. Continue reading “10s Rule (Part II)”
“That’s the one!” she gasped as she pointed at a large wreath. They were shopping for their first holiday together in their new place and basically had nothing. Continue reading “W is for Wreath”
He came out to her taking a photograph of the tree. It wouldn’t have been that unusual except she still hadn’t put clothes on yet. As he walked behind her, he noticed that he could see their reflection in one of the tree ornaments. Continue reading “O is for Ornament”
The movie was great, a real popcorn-worthy movie with all the action, comedy, and raucous fun that good movies have. We’d had dinner, the movie, the drinks, it was a great night. Continue reading “After the Movie”
She sat back and patted her stomach. “That was amazing, honey. I love when you cook for me.” Finishing the last sip of wine in her glass, she stood up. Continue reading “T is for Tomorrow”
“Why are you dressed in leaves?” he asked as she came out to pose. He had been completely engrossed in the game and looked confused. Continue reading “P is for Poison”
As they checked into the hotel for their weekend getaway, the snow started falling. It was light and fluffy and stuck to her hair for a second before melting away. Continue reading “S is for Snow”
“What are you doing?” He had walked into the kitchen to find her grating dark chocolate. Continue reading “C is for Chocolate”
She looked at the two drinks on the table while the jazz music was playing softly in the background. She knew the waiter thought she was being stood up and she smiled a knowing smile. Continue reading “A is for Anniversary Toast”
The view out the window was gorgeous. Kitty had really found a perfect place for her destination wedding. As she looked out the window, Matt came up behind her and kissed her neck. Continue reading “L is for Late”
He squirmed. That laughter. It frustrated him how much it turned him on when she laughed at his predicament. Continue reading “L is for Laughter”
As I thumb lazily through a magazine, a photo catches my attention. Folding the page back, I show it to you. “Remember that weekend?” Continue reading “B is for Bridge”
She had all the leaves, acorns, and pumpkins on the table. They were having a party and she wanted to add accents to the buffet tables to make them more festive. Continue reading “F is for Falling Leaves”
She was excited for the weekend. Every year they planned a day to go to a local orchard and pick their own apples. Sure, the apples weren’t quite as perfect as the ones in the grocery store, but the experience was one of their traditions. Continue reading “A is for Apple Picking”
She was walking by the cafe as she did every other work day. Today, though, she looked in the window and saw the red chairs. Continue reading “R is for Red Chair”
“Let’s stop by that open house on the way home. I’ve always wanted to see inside that house,” she said as they stopped at a light. Continue reading “R is for Retro”
As we walk through the park, he points to an elderly couple sitting on a bench holding hands. “That will be us one day.” Continue reading “H is for Holding Hands”