Thursday, January 24, 2008

Theft

I watched you today.

I watched a smile grow from your lying mouth and spread across your lying face. It never touched your eyes but he didn't notice. He was too busy with your breasts - hoping that if you leaned forward a little more he would glimpse more than the soft cleavage that was already on offer. His eyes glued to the young flesh that had been denied him for so long.

Did you know he loved me? I doubt it even crossed your mind. No one in the park would have known either, only seeing love spread out on a blanket along with champagne and my favourite chocolates. He never had much imagination.

As I sat watching you I saw your trick. A clever trick of youth that I can never compete with. I have long since worn the invisible cloak of fortyhood - lost to all in a kind of sexless fog. He felt the touch of that fog too and went looking for you.

Your theft has gifted me dark glasses and a park bench, and denied me a security that was mine by rights. I watched your lying eyes and know clearly now that you never intended to involve your heart.

In a few weeks, months, you will grow tired of your prize, discarding him for the piercings and tattoos that are age appropriate. He will look back then, realising that the bulge in his trousers has let him down badly and he will come for me. And there I will be. In the farthest corner of the darkness night he will find me waiting for him, ready to spit in his eye.

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Also published here The Pygmy Giant

8 comments:

Queenie said...

That is so good I hope it isn't true of you. Great blog you have here, will be back to have a closer look. Thanks for visiting my blog, although I have been a a little slack with my postings of late, hope to soon find time to remedy that.

Billy said...

This is very good! I saw your link at Rob's--another site for flash fiction, which I really love. Lots of good material here! I'll be back :)

Safiyyah said...

Very nice! I love short stories and flash fiction. I'll be back, too, God willing!

KAREN said...

Wow, this is really excellent! I'll be having a good read now I'm here :o)

TheMinx said...

i love it, you're incredibly talented. I found your blog because mine has a similar name :)

Saint Brian the Godless said...

And I saw your link at "Absence of Good."

Your comments there caused me to think that you might be a wiccan or something similar.

Since I'm always looking to converse with those who have 'alternate beliefs' I thought I'd look you up. So here I am.

A lot of emotion in your post there. I felt it. Men are dogs.

Woof.

Anyhow, hope to converse at some point. Feel free to look me up back if you like.

Best to you. Or perhaps 'blessed be?'

Note: As I typed in the above wiccan greeting a voice on the TV behind me said "...and her aunt was a witch in Salem!" Pretty cool.

-StBtG

Saint Brian the Godless said...

Oh, Gashleycrumb Tinies! Way cool...

I have the book. Too funny.

Minx said...

Jeez, St Brian, you are everywhere! I really must get some new stuff up in here - I can smell mothballs!!!