In Other Words: But What Happened Next?

 

 

Natalie’s skin felt as smooth as marble. Agon was pleased with the transformation but Natalie’s eyes were wide in horror as she tried to cry out. Her lips weren’t sealed shut but hardened unmovable and she could see but not blink. Tears formed and slid down her cold, smooth cheeks. He brushed a solution over her eyelids that allowed her to blink. “Don’t look at me like that, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re not alone.” He smiled as he wheeled what Natalie thought was a statue nearer. “Natalie this is my girlfriend Astrid, Astrid, Natalie.” Both women stared.

 

In Other Words

 

 

The gym picture window faced her office making two sides of the L. “Why would a gym even have a window? Good picture. I’d like to buy the architect a drink.” She watched him every day; no, not the architect but that man, thought about him in his shorts, sweat-drenched shirt, sweat-drenched self, drenched… dreamt about him. She couldn’t deny her rising feelings any longer. Tonight she’d figure out how to make it happen so he wouldn’t either.

 

Obsessed with plotting, her mind a whirlwind of scenarios, she didn’t see the garden hose stretched across the unfinished deck, stumbled and fell, hitting her head on a rock meant for her future patio. She came-to in the arms of her new neighbor, the man she hadn’t wasted her time to meet yet. There were bigger fish, bigger sweatier fish.

 

Her body jerked with the realization she was looking into the eyes of her obsession. He had been living next door all this time, well, just beyond the hedges, and now he was holding her! Adolescent glee shot through every crevice of her body. She instantaneously plotted how long it’d take to get back on her feet. Tingle-thrills pulsated through every facet of her being. It jerked again.

 

“There, there… I’m Hank. We work together.” The instinctive alarms that should’ve gone off dissolved as he smiled.

 

Gently he wrapped her arm around his neck to lift her. Her knees buckled from the sheer pleasure of his touch, his smell, the thought of being glued against the side of his body, his everything. “I’ll be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard…” began playing through her mind but stopped as she felt something cold press against her. As she lifted her head she bumped an eyebrow into binoculars. There was a slight prick.

 

“Wait! Wha…”

 

“Easy now. You’re going into shock…”

Perspective: A Very Short Story

 

Andromeda curled up eavesdropping in on the conversation her people were having concerning her needs, what she liked, should have and didn’t mind. As if! Fifteen pounds of fury and she knew being a Rat Terrier, her purpose, what she liked, should and wouldn’t mind having were rats. “No one gets it. I’m living in an apartment with no yard. Am I a cat?” She thought about rats in big cities, what she’d heard. “That’d be awesome. Maybe when they open the door I could escape to the train… I’d need a ticket, but you need cash for that. Exasperating…”

 

 

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The prompt this week is:

 “…but you need cash…”

 

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#159