#MondayBlogs – “Lord of the Files” #fiction @mondayblogs

A geeky girl with a crush on her co-worker is so deep in the woods that she can’t see the trees…

“Lord of the Files”

“We haven’t taken a break together in forever. Care to join me for a quick walk?”

Bruno appeared out of nowhere at my desk.

Yeah, I could take a break but I don’t want to take it with you…

I’d been avoiding him for weeks but now that he had put me on the spot, I had no choice.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Bruno shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for me to grab my purse and my coffee. I followed him outside and as we passed a group of colleagues, they laughed and yelled out, “Lord!” which always made me think of how they yelled “Norm” in those reruns of “Cheers”.

“That’s your fault you know,” Bruno waved at them and smiled, shaking his head at me.

“I know. Sorry.”

Lord of the Files” was what everyone had started calling Bruno since he had joined the company as the new caseload manager and I had made the mistake of calling him that in a meeting. Unfortunately, the nickname had stuck but when Bruno had found out, all he had done was laugh it off and thank me for not calling him something much worse. Then he had invited me to the break room for a coffee.

To be honest, Bruno was more like “master of the files because not only did he have the gift of assigning just the right amount to keep us busy without feeling stressed out, but he was also the nice guy that everyone adored. Always smiling, goodnatured and witty, everyone had taken a liking to him, especially the ladies. Married or single, they were all over Bruno like white on rice and flies on shit.

Oh, did I forget to tell you that besides all that other tasty stuff, Bruno was also cute?

Actually, that was a lie because Bruno was more than cute. Let me explain…

You know the kind of guy you think is “cute” until you discover that he likes all the same little things that you do and then he suddenly goes from being “cute” to “hot”?

Yeah, you know the kind of “hot” that makes him “smokin’ hot” because he has no clue just how cute he really is and always turns beet red at a compliment?

Yeah, Bruno was that guy.

The girls at the office had laughed at me for saying that I wanted to see the new Wonder Woman movie but when Bruno said the same thing a few hours later and BAZINGA! Suddenly their panties were in a twist and they all wanted to see it too. Funny how their attitudes changed in a heartbeat, right?

No one thought that Bruno was geeky because of his love for all things science fiction and that’s basically how we first started hanging out together on break. Talking about all things Comicon and debating DC versus Marvel while everyone looked at us as if we were speaking Klingon – which we probably could have if we had really tried.

I mean, in the beginning, I didn’t have a problem with talking with him but then I started getting those crazy butterflies in my stomach whenever I was around him…The kind of butterflies that made my face feel so hot and my hands all sweaty.

And that’s when I knew that I had to kill my silly crush and start keeping my distance from Bruno.

I didn’t have much of a choice. It was just a matter of time before he’d end up going out with one of of the pretty girls from the office. Believe me, there were tons of them just waiting for him to ask. And when it happened, I didn’t want to be totally crushed. If it had been a competition, I wouldn’t even have passed the prerequisites for a guy like him.

The story of my shitty geeky life.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

I suddenly realized that I was deep into my own thoughts and not been listening to him.

“Sorry, I’m a little distracted, that’s all.”

Bruno stopped and faced me. I immediately felt awkward as he stared down at me.

“Are you mad at me or something?”

“No. Not at all,” I lied.

Yeah, I’m a little mad that you’re so perfect.

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. I kind of miss taking breaks together.”

Bruno’s words surprised me and the more I stared at his dimples, the worse my butterflies got.


“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

I nodded and waited.

“Well, there’s this girl that I’m thinking about asking out…”

My heart dropped into my stomach, killing every last butterfly that I had. I knew that it was only a matter of time and I was instantly jealous.

“Oh? Who is it?” I was dying of curiosity and was doing an awful job of hiding it.

Bruno shook his head. “That doesn’t matter right now. I just want your opinion on how to approach her.”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Well, you are always the one pointing out girls that are supposedly interested in me so why not ask you?”

Bruno had a valid point.

When he first arrived at the company and in an attempt to find out what his “type” was, I would nonchalantly point out some of our female co-workers and ask him if he thought they were cute, just to see what he would say. Instead, Bruno would simply agree that whoever she was was pretty and then change the topic. Which made me think that he wasn’t into the ladies. It wasn’t until I starting pointing out men to him that he let me know that he was straight.

“I’m asking you because I’m not sure if she would say yes. To be honest, I’m a bit terrified that she may turn me down. If she did, then it would be totally embarrassing to see her every day at the office after that.”

Fuck, the girl was in our division. And why the hell would he be terrified?

I made an attempt to start walking again but when his feet didn’t move, I stayed put on the sidewalk trying to look him in the eye.

“You shouldn’t be worried. If she were to turn you down, it would be her loss. You’re a great catch Bruno,” I said, immediately wishing that I hadn’t said that last part. I could feel my face turning ten shades of red. “Unless, she already has a boyfriend.”

Please, please, please God, let this chick have a boyfriend.

“No, she doesn’t,” Bruno confirmed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets again.


“Oh? How do you know that?”

If Bruno already knew, it meant that he had already been talking to this chick about more than work.

I hate this girl already.

“She told me so not too long ago.”

My stomach flipped a little more.

He’s been talking to her and he never said anything…

In that moment, I hated him too…well, just a little.

“What makes you think that she would turn you down?”

“I was going to ask her out to a movie but the timing hasn’t been right.” This time it was Bruno’s turn to look embarrassed.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Come on Bruno, it’s not that hard. Just take her aside and ask her straight up. Make the timing right.”

I turned on my heels as a way to signal that we needed to head back to the office.

“Wait, I’ve got one more question,” Bruno said, holding me back my arm.

Fuck. One had been more than enough.

“What is it? We’re going to be late,” I said, sounding a lot more annoyed than I should have.

“I already did the first part of what you said…I mean, the taking her aside part. Now, I just have to ask her if she’d like to go see Wonder Woman with me this weekend.”

Wonder Woman? Was Bruno kidding?

“Uh…that’s a pretty horrible movie choice Bruno. None of the girls in our division would really want to see that. Hell, I’m about the only one who would.”

Bruno kept his hold on my arm and I saw him take a deep breath.

“I know you would. That’s why I’m asking you. Would you like to go to the movie with me this weekend?”

It wasn’t until I saw a sheepish smile spread across his face did I really understand that he was asking me.

Fuck. I hadn’t seen that coming…

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“What A Girl Wants” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

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(Related to previous post “The Midnight Hour“)

I forced myself to stop kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” Laney whispered as if someone else was wrapped up between the sheets with us.

She pressed her warm body against me and trailed her fingers down my arm. As her tongue grazed along my bottom lip, her hips explained what she wanted mine to do. I inhaled sharply, enjoying the bittersweet pain of holding myself back.

Hadn’t she vowed that she would never cross the line with a man like me? Didn’t she remember her speech about not messing with our solid friendship? Or was I simply having a wet dream?

When I didn’t answer, Laney playfully bit my lip and I had no choice but to pull her in and thoroughly explore the inner depths of her delicious mouth.

No, I wasn’t dreaming and nothing in or on my body was asleep. She slid her arms around my waist as my own hands grasped her face.

“Why is that when we’re together and it’s just the two of us, we never fight until…”

My words were replaced by a deep groan when Laney threw a leg over my hip. My hands immediately slid from her face down to her hips to position her in just the right spot for full contact. Our eyes made four when she placed her forehead against mine.

“Still too many clothes and way too much talking Ty. We’ve got better things to do tonight than talk, don’t you think?” she whispered as she tugged at my pyjama bottoms.

I didn’t say another word. Instead, I flipped her over so that my full weight covered her body. The smile that she gave me almost sent me over the edge.

“Now, that’s much better,” she muttered against my lips and she slipped her arms around my neck. “Talking can wait.”

Laney was right. We had much better things to do until the sun came up.

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#MondayBlogs – “The Call of the Wind” #fiction @mondayblogs

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A lesson for on how to treat yourself as a priority when your significant is choosing to make you an option.

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The Call of the Wind

“You’re a great girl but I…uh… just don’t want to be “exclusive” right now. I mean, I’m not ready for anything serious at this point in time. You understand that, don’t you?”

It was a Friday night and Lily was curled up next to me on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. From out of left field, Lily had popped the topic, taking me by surprise. Well, it wasn’t that far out of left field – we had been seeing each other regularly for months.

I braced myself for her reaction and the anger that would probably follow.

I felt Lily’s body stiffen and her cheek left where it had been gently resting against my chest. She sat up with a frown but it quickly vanished. Lily hesitated before speaking.

“Oh, uh…okay. I understand.”

I watched as she managed to smile and I was simply relieved that she wasn’t pissed.

Lily was always cool. Then again, she was Lily and unlike any other girl I had ever dated. Independent, stable in every sense of the word, kind and caring all rolled up into one amazing, petite package. I really, really liked her but when I realized that I could easily fall for her, I decided to take a step back. I needed to keep my options open, just in case. You know what I mean, right?

I sat up and grabbed my beer that sat next to her green tea on the coffee table.

“Babe, I’m blown away that you’re not mad. Wow, you are one in a million.”

Lily smiled at the compliment and grabbed her cell from the coffee table. I watched her scroll through her screen, press a few buttons and then drop the cell into her purse.

“Who texted you?”

Lily always ignored her cell when we were together so I was curious since I hadn’t heard it vibrate.

“Oh, no one texted me.”

“So what were you checking on your cell?”

“Nothing. I was deleting you from my contacts.”

Lily’s voice was so matter of fact that I wasn’t sure if I had heard her correctly.


I was confused as she pushed herself up off the couch, got up and started gathering her things.

“Where are you going? You just said that you were fine with not being exclusive…”

Lily nodded as she draped her purse over her shoulder and folded her coat over her arm.

“Matt, I am fine with you not wanting to be exclusive. We’ve been dating for seven months now. We’ve even met each other’s families. But if you’re still sitting on the fence about me, that means that I’m not the right one for you.”

My heart beat fast and panic traveled through my body. My mind raced back to our second date when my car had broken down and we had gotten stranded in the middle of nowhere for hours waiting for a tow truck. Lily never even complained once when we were forced to eat at a dive bar next to the repair shop while we waited. She had taken it all in stride like water off a duck’s back.

Lily was also the one who had brought me homemade soup and stopped by to check on me every day when I had the flu and thought I was going to die. When everyone else had avoided me and my nasty germs, Lily had been fearless. She was always so easy, free flowing, drama-free. And I really loved being with her.

One word described Lily and it was “amazing”.

“No, no, no! Wait, it’s not that you’re not the right girl for me. It’s just that …”

“Matt, you don’t need to explain,” Lily interrupted calmly. “I appreciate that you’re telling me this now. It’s better for me to know sooner than later. I thought that we had something good but I guess that it was one-sided. I need a man who appreciates me, a man who knows a great catch when he sees one. But that is clearly not you.”

The sharp pain in my chest was a telltale sign that I had made a huge, huge mistake.

“Please don’t go! I do want to be take things to the next level with you in the future…”

Lily leaned down and kissed me on the forehead – the kiss of death. Her gesture silenced me

“The future was now Matt. I hope that you find what you’re looking for. Take care of yourself.”

Glued to the couch with second thoughts, I watched Lily disappear through my front door as if she’d heard the call of the wind.

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“The Midnight Hour” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

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My heart raced as I stood in his doorway ready to bare my soul and tell him what I wanted.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

I half-expected Ty to shut me down after all that had happened. He ran both hands through his messy hair and then folded his arms across his white T-shirt looking groggy from my midnight appearance at his door. He looked less than pleased to see me but his face softened when his brows furrowed with concern.

“What’s wrong Laney?”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself against turning around and running away.

“One night. With you. As more than friends,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

Ty’s grogginess was instantly replaced by a stunned look that made my stomach flip in the most uncomfortable of ways.


“One night of you and me being more than just friends is what you said you wanted.”

It was easier for me to get the words out the second time around and I found myself brushing past him into his apartment. Ty continued to stand dumbfounded with his hand still firmly on the door knob.

“Wait…what? That was weeks ago and I was…I was joking around Laney. And I was drunk…”

“You know that’s not true Ty.”

He stared down at me as if I had completely lost her mind, not knowing what to say but knowing that he was lying.

“Your exact words were that you didn’t want to have sex with me but that you wanted to make love to me, just for one night. That’s what you said. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I want from you right now.”

Before Ty could say another word, I shut the front door for him, took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, I waited for my request to fully sink in for him and when it did, I reached for both of his hands and placed them on my hips. He shook his head.

“Laney…I shouldn’t…I mean, we can’t…”

“Ty, I’m giving you what you asked for. The question now is, will you shut up and put your money where your mouth is?”

The words tumbled from my mouth like they belonged to someone else.

In an instant, Tyler tilted his head to meet my lips. As we kissed, I knew that he would question me in the morning about why I had turned up at his door. But in that moment, burning every last detail of our togetherness into my memory was the only thing that was important to me because in the morning after we talked, Ty would hate me forever.

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#MondayBlogs – “Suns and Lovers” #fiction @mondayblogs #amwriting

A woman finally finds a real man at the wrong time in her life…

“Suns and Lovers”

His long lashes tickle my stomach as he plants soft kisses around my navel. Then, he lays his cheek against my sandy stomach and I run my fingers through his wet hair.

Just when I think that life can’t get any better, it simply does with this man.

For now.

The sun is gone, the darkness begins to take over and the mosquitos buzz around our half-naked bodies. I don’t want them to feast on us but it feels so good just laying together like the other lovers on the beach. I don’t want to move and neither does he.

He tilts his head and looks at me, saying nothing but everything with those dark eyes that made me fall for him in the first place. Everything is effortless with him and it’s going to hurt like hell when things fall apart. He smiles at me like he’s got a secret.


His smile widens as he raises himself up to face me.

“I’m smiling because…”

He runs his palm across my stomach and I squirm from being ticklish. I place my hand on top of his to make him stop.

“Because what?”

“I’m thinking how cute our babies will be. I wouldn’t mind a little girl who looks just like you first. I could have two girls to spoil rotten for a while. Then, we could have a son.”

It takes me a few seconds to process his words and when I do, I don’t know what to say. I sit up, making his hand tumble away from my skin.

We’ve never discussed babies or even marriage. All I know is that I’m perfectly imperfect and could never fit into his world just as he could never fit into mine.

If I could only go back to the day before I met him…I would have done things differently.

If only I had kept my word to never give love one last chance…I’d feel safer.

“Of course, I’d have to make an honest woman out of you and we’d have to get married first.”

I still can’t speak and his eyes laugh knowing that he has caught me by surprise.

“So what do you say to marrying me so that we can live happily ever after and make some beautiful babies?”

My heart stops as I watch him reach deep into our beach bag and pull out a small jewelry box. After all the years I’d spent swimming in a sea of boys, I’d finally found myself a good man.

And now, I have to say no.

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“Ripple Effect” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

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*Trigger warning – fiction alludes to sexual abuse/child abuse*

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My younger brother, Don and I sat next to each other on the couch in our parent’s living room. It was their 55th wedding anniversary and the entire extended family had turned out for the casual BBQ party they had decided to throw themselves. People milled around, some catching up on the latest family news while others boasted about their fabulous accomplishments to make each other jealous.

I had been all around the world but whenever I visited my childhood house, the only place I wanted to be was away from here. That’s when I longed for the safe confines of my own peaceful and comforting home.

The entire gathering was ridiculously hypocritical seeing that our parent’s entire marriage had only been full of hateful tolerance instead of wedded bliss. Don and I had endured that charade our entire lives behind their closed doors and we knew their dirty secret.

“I blame you David.”

My plate of homemade macaroni and cheese and barbecue ribs sitting precariously on my lap almost fell between my knees at Don’s angry voice.

“Blame me? For what? What did I ever do to you?!”

Over the years, we had rarely seen each other but it wasn’t for my lack of trying to make an effort. Don had been the one to distance himself and his family away from me. Our disconnect had slowly started after I had eloped at eighteen to marry my first wife, a calculated move far out of state that had more to do with escaping the smothering environment than being head over heels in love. Unfortunately, leaving town had also meant leaving Don behind to fend for himself.

“I blame you for her.”

Don pointed to the bay window to where Uncle Alonso and Aunt Beatrice stood in the front garden area chatting up a storm with our parents. My blood ran cold with nausea.

“What are they doing here?” I found myself saying much too loud.

How dare they have the audacity to even show their faces here?

The urge to run to the bathroom and throw up quickly turned into an overwhelming desire to jump into my car and run them both over.

No, maybe run all four of them over.

Deader than dead.

“If you had spoken up back then, she never would have come after me after you left. My life would have been so different if you had just fought back. But you were always the selfish one, weren’t you?”

Don pushed himself up from the couch and walked away, leaving me to deal with the fallout of the bomb he had dropped.

She had done things to him too?

Cold sweat racked my body as my soul emptied itself onto the carpet alongside the contents of my plate. My soul hadn’t felt so empty since the first time Uncle Alonso had begged me not to tell on Aunt Bea, almost as empty as when my parents had refused to believe me when I had finally spoken my truth.

I could still almost feel the pain of the beating I had received for it.

Bloody little liar! That’s my sister you’re talking about! Bea would never do such a thing! Don’t you ever say anything like that again!

Oblivious to the frenzied scene of aunts and girl cousins trying to clean up the ribs and macaroni decorating my mother’s precious Siberian white rug, I was on my feet in an instant.

As I barreled my way out of the front door to where they stood jabbering away, my hand searched frantically in the depths of my pockets for my car keys.

There was no time like the present…

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“Breaking the Unbreakable” – #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #prompt

This piece was written for yesterday’s #FictionFriday challenge.

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My spirit was free and unbreakable until I met you.

But you succeeded in breaking what was unbreakable in me.

You killed them.

The inexperienced girl who would have done anything for you.

The experienced woman who got down on her knees for you.

Your promise of a love story for two was a lie

And you’ll never know about the horror story for three that almost saw the light of day.

Now it’s my chance to return to the day before we met and erase all other traces of you.

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