#1MinFiction: “Mistletoe and Ornaments” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .

This week’s prompt was “Ornament“.

This piece is a follow-up to “Tuskeegee Chunk”. Feel free to read it first before continuing.

“I have to kiss you.”

While the world outside was rushing around at a frenzied pace with last minute holiday shopping, there we stood in my doorway after an afternoon of shopping for his sister’s Christmas gift. As a collector of intricately designed Christmas ornaments myself, I had helped Jake pick out just the right one for his sister’s collection.

Jake pointed up to the fake mistletoe my best friend had hung above my doorway that now teased us from above. He grinned as his eyes followed mine to the shiny plastic green and red decoration.

“We really don’t have a choice Kris… we shouldn’t break a longstanding tradition, right?”

Could one little kiss complicate our friendship?

Before I could say anything, Jake gently slid his hand behind my neck to pull me in closer to him. Unsure of what to do, I stood still like a statue as he tilted his lips down towards mine. Just as our noses brushed against each other, Jake stopped and searched my eyes to see if I would pull away.

I didn’t.

One little kiss won’t complicate things.

I raised my chin and we kissed so softly that his lips were like feathers against mine. With each recurring touch our lips, Jake deepened his kisses. And I returned each one just as deeply, wanting to savor this first and likely last lapse in our judgement.

I had entertained the thought of this more than once since we had become friends in that hospital waiting room but the intensity of our kiss surprised me.

Who knew that dealing with cancer would be full of bittersweet surprises…

“Well, for something that’s fake, it’s some powerful mistletoe,” I joked, trying to recompose myself after we finally broke free. “It’s a good thing it’s not real.”

Jake exhaled deeply, smiled and leaned his forehead down against mine.

“That kiss was real…I don’t think that I can be friends with you anymore.” His voice was a husky whisper his eyes were still closed.

“What?”

“You heard me…I want more than being friends with you Kris.”

I backed away and searched his thoughts.

“You mean…because life is short and we don’t know what tomorrow will bring?”

Jake’s eyes lit up.

“Exactly!”

I pulled Jake away from the door and further into the foyer so that I could shut the door.

“Jake, that’s the cancer talking. Your fear of dying, wanting to throw caution to the wind and doing all the things you’ve wanted to do like the motorcycle you bought… I’ve been through it so I know what you’re feeling. But being more than friends at this point in time wouldn’t be wise for either of us.”

Awkwardness filled the space between us and Jake turned beet red.

“But Kris…I’m better and soon, you will be too…”

I grabbed his hand softly and pulled him towards the livingroom with me.

“Please don’t…Jake. I don’t want to feel sad. Let’s just chill and watch some Christmas movies, okay?”

After what had happened, sappy movies on the Lifetime Channel was definitely out of the question. Without another word, I turned on the television and found “Die Hard” was on for the upteenth time.

As we settled onto the couch with his arm warmly draped over my shoulder and my head resting on his, it was harder than I thought to pretend like the past few minutes had never happened.

One little kiss has complicated everything…

Being more than friends definitely wouldn’t be wise, especially knowing what I hadn’t told him yet.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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#1MinFiction: “Number Five” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This week’s prompt is “Most wonderful time of the year

The most wonderful time of the year found me in bed with a man I didn’t even know.

For the fifth time this December.

I had forgotten this stranger’s name the moment he had told me when I had met him during my holiday season shopping at the mall. But it didn’t matter because I didn’t give a flying fuck.

I didn’t care about anything except how disgustingly satisfied I felt as he lay snoring next to me in this dirty motel room with the cheap siesta rate. But the total and complete satisfaction that burned in me had nothing to do with the lousy sex I had let him give me.

I opened my eyes and inhaled the stale scent of us that lingered in the air and looked at our wrinkled clothes that lay on the floor next to the bed. When I noticed that the snow had begun to fall harder outside the motel window, I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and padded into the crusty-looking bathroom to get dressed. Splashing cold water on my face before pulling on my clothes, I calculated that I had at least three more to go before I stopped.

Or was it two?

Before confronting my husband, I wanted to match the number of names scribbled in the little black notebook I had found deep in his car’s glove compartment behind an almost empty box of Trojans and a pair of sticky pink handcuffs.

Yeah, Merry Christmas Baby.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

#1MinFiction: “In My System” #fiction

This fiction* was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses.

This week’s prompt was a photo of a shopping mall

*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to rethink the MC’s viewpoint.

“In My System”

Brian and I were sitting in the food court at the Eaton Centre shopping mall when I sensed her.

I looked up from the plate of pad sew that I had been shoving into my system and saw her maneuvering her coffee, purse and large shopping bags to find herself somewhere to sit.

Lily’s back.

I observed as she found a table, gently sat her coffee down and secured her gear neatly under the table. Then, she pulled out her cell and started texting. My hand immediately covered my own cell, expecting it to vibrate with a text from her.

But of course it didn’t.

It’s not me that she is texting anymore.

“What’s wrong?”

Brian’s voice broke through my thoughts when he noticed my hand on my cell and I quickly took it away. Instead of answering, I gestured my head to where Lily was sitting.

Brian’s mouth formed an “Oh” when he saw her.

“Lily’s back?”

“Obviously,” I muttered, shoveling a forkful of noodles into my mouth though I had lost my appetite. I was annoyed at how unaffected Lily appeared.

“Did you know that she was back in town?”

“No.”

“Are you going to go talk to her?”

“No.”

Brian didn’t press the issue but his eyes shifted from her to me. I knew better than to listen to my heart and kept my ass glued to my chair. Most of the time, I wished that I’d never met her but days like today, I wasn’t so sure. I had let Lily get too deep into my system.

“How many times have you been in love?”

“Twice,” I said without hesitation.

Lily slipped her cell into her purse and suddenly looked in my direction as if she felt me staring. Before our eyes could make four, I pretended to focus on my plate. With my fork back in action, filling the void in me had everything to do with hunger but not the kind that food could ever fill.

“Twice? Really?”

“Yeah. And both times it’s been with her.”

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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#1MinFiction: “Crazy Was On The Menu And I Was His Main Course” #fiction

This piece was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This Week’s Prompt: “Thanks but no thanks...”

*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to draft an ending for this unfinished short from my writing notebook.

Crazy was on the menu and I was his main course tonight.

I kept my body still and my breathing under control. Under the pillow, my hand firmly grasped the hammer that my handyman had accidentally left behind months ago and that I had quickly decided to keep. I’d been sleeping with it ever since Alan had promised that he would “make me pay”.

I sensed the walls closing in the moment Alan slithered into my house under the cover of darkness. His presence at the foot of my bed was pure evil and I felt his eyes piercing holes into my back as I pretended to be asleep.

I’d always known that a restraining order and threats from my brother to beat him to death was just a challenging game for Alan and he was all about winning. Even the police had strongly suggested that I think about packing up and starting over somewhere else but my response to that was a resounding “thanks but no thanks. I can take care of myself.”

Though I had moved to Montreal because of him, it was now my adopted city and I would not let Alan run me out of town.

So there I was, prepared and at the ready, my sweaty hand gripping tighter around the hammer under my pillow waiting for his next move. I swallowed the vomit bubbling inside of throat and resisted the urge to make the first move.

Be still. Don’t make the first move. The element of surprise is key.

Letting Alan take the first step of this sick dance would play in my favor. The video footage from the cameras in and around the house the handyman had installed for me would be my saving grace. If a picture could tell a thousand words, the video would clearly show a jury with their own eyes that he had broken in and I had simply tried to protect myself.

No one needed to know that I had purposely left the back door unlocked or that I had baited him to come over after his last harassing phone call.

No one knew that tonight was the last step of a well-thought out plan.

I would go to my grave with that secret but I wanted him in the ground first.

Once and for all.

When I felt the tip of his knife pierce the skin on my neck, nothing could stop the force of my first, second and third blow…

Thanks but no thanks. I’ll handle this myself. All harm, all foul.

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction: Week of November 20

It’s that time again! #1MinFiction Monday!!! If you have one minute, you have time to join in! Comments will be turned off so please participate directly on Nortina’s blog!
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Rise and shine! Time to get out your stop watches, exercise your typing fingers, and pick your brains for some quick creativity.

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute.

Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

This month, I’m partnering with Marquessa at Simply Marquessa to bring you #1MinFiction and her Fiction Friday song lyric challenge, #MarquessaChallenge. So be sure to stop by her blog this Friday for more fun prompts (and to build an awesome playlist too! 😉 )

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#1MinFiction: “Pass The Beer” #fiction

This piece was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This week’s prompt is: “Pass The…”

*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to draft an ending for this unfinished short from my writing notebook.

Photo credit: wintersoul1 via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

“Getting rid of that flabby stomach should be at the top of your New Year’s resolutions list. Imagine what you’ll look like when we start having kids!”

His words no longer phase me. Words that tumble from the lips of a clueless fool who is himself obese and has no idea that his days are numbered. I’m less upset at his hurtful words than the fact that he is insisting that I massacre the poor bird instead of serving it as a whole for Thanksgiving dinner.

“Pass the beer from the fridge! The entire six-pack.”

I stop deboning the turkey, stab the sharp knife into its thigh and stare lovingly at it. I can’t help but fantasize about how it would feel to sink that knife deep into the middle of his shoulder blades. My face grows hot as I visualize the tip piercing his skin and then twisting it deep into his flesh. Deep, deeper and deeper still until it pops out of the front of his chest…

But I’m patiently counting down the days. I even have the date marked on the calendar hanging on the wall.

I grab the six pack and walk it over to him where he is sitting on the couch watching the football game like a couch potato. His hand is already outstretched waiting for me to place one of the bottles directly into his hand. I do as he expects and then quietly place the box on the floor next to him. His eyes are fixated on the television and as usual, he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge me with a thank you.

“Here you go Sweetie.”

The power of my one little word not only gives me his undivided attention but also a suspicious look.

“You haven’t called me Sweetie in years. Hmmm…I like it. Come here.”

He grabs my hand, forcing me to yield so that he can give me a sloppy kiss. I resist the urge to run my palm across my lips to wipe it off. As I turn to head back to the kitchen, he slaps my ass trying to be playful. I return to the kitchen to finish hacking away at the defenseless turkey.

I glance at the calendar and smile.

I still have a few weeks to hone my deboning skills.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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#1MinFiction: “Feast Or Famine” #fiction #sexy

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses.

Prompt: “Feast”

This prompt has given me a complete and total excuse to extend on where “The Midnight Hour” and “What A Girl Wants” left off…inspired by my Sunday’s #SongLyricSunday participation.
*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to draft an ending for this unfinished short from my writing notebook.

* Warning: Mature Content*

“God…you are beautiful,” I groaned, seeing stars behind my tightly shut eyes.

Halfway was not in Laney’s lexicon. She never did anything halfway. Over the past weeks, it had been either feast or famine with her. And from the determined look in her eyes, tonight she would be all feast.

I grabbed a handful of the sheets as Laney’s mouth left mine and lingered down my neck rendering me helpless. I bit down on my lower lip in anticipation as she wedged herself between my legs and trailed the tip of her tongue along my bare chest. We locked eyes when she reached my navel where she suddenly stopped and looked up at me. Her stare was so intense with what would likely happen next that I could have come on the spot.

Not able to take it anymore, I tried to raise myself up to change our positions but she forced me back down. Laney crawled up my body to straddle me, her hair falling wildly around her face as she looked down at me.

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“Fuck,” I grunted. “I want you so bad Laney…”

“Then take me,” Laney whispered as she slid her hands up my chest and lowered her chest to meet mine. “Make love to me the way you said you wanted to Ty…”

I had been with countless women over the years but Laney had my body reacting in ways that I wasn’t aware that it could. It was as if she had completely taken over my body and soul. I didn’t just want her, I needed her. Somewhere between that first meeting in the coffee shop and the incident with her ex, I had secretly fallen hard for her and I never wanted to get up.

“Make love to me Ty,” she repeated as her lips explored mine. She was breathing heavily now, waiting for my tongue to dance along with hers.

“You make me crazy. I hate how much I love you…” The words slipped from my lips and into her mouth. She had broken me and it was too late to take my words back.

I felt Laney’s body tense up and then she slowly rolled off of me onto her side. Instead of responding with words, she reached over and took a gentle took hold of what she wanted to be hers. I inhaled sharply at her touch and brushed the hair away from her face.

“Show me how much you love me, that is, if you can handle it,” she smiled, stroking me more boldly.

Laney was acting so unlike herself.

“Oh?” I said, pulling her under me. “Are you underestimating my…skills?” I laughed and kissed her.

“Maybe I am. Prove me wrong.”

“Oh, I will. More than once.”

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

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