#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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#SongLyricSunday – ” La Negra Tiene Tumbao” – Celia Cruz #musicchallenge #music

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This week’s Song Lyric Sunday Theme: Bragging is hosted by Helen at “This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time“.

I will admit that this week’s Bragging theme was challenging. I mean, what songs in my music collection speak to “bragging” or even really refer to “bragging”? The closest thing I could thing of was Celia Cruz singing about a woman who has got style, knows it and who is not afraid to flaunt it.

That could be a form of “bragging”, right?

Though it’s in Spanish, you won’t need a translation to understand.

*Warning, the video below has partial glittery gold nudity*


Esa negrita que va caminando
Esa negrita tiene su tumbao
Y cuando la gente la va mirando
Ella baila de lao va bien apretao

(partial lyrics)

Songwriters: Fernando Osorio, Sergio George

Lyrics found at SongLyrics.com

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#SongLyricSunday Theme Reveal For 10/15/17: “Bragging”

I love music! And I know that you do too!
This week’s theme at This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time is challenging – “Bragging”.
Let’s see what YOUR song choice will be!
Have fun!
M xoxo

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This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time

This week, the lyric Simply Marquessa chose was: “Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…” Sometimes, picking a theme from a lyric is rather difficult and I’m not sure how well the theme for this week will work as far as song choices, but I have faith in you guys!

I’m not the kind of person that walks around telling people how great I am at any particular thing; in fact, I know I downplay a lot of my strengths. I’m not sure if that’s a lack of self-confidence or that I honestly have no idea where the line is when it comes to “selling” yourself. I do believe there is a line, but we all know people who are far too full of themselves and they walk around making sure everyone knows it. I find them rather annoying. Don’t you?

I think the choices are going…

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“The Midnight Hour” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

Note: This was written for yesterday’s #FictionFriday Challenge

If you want to join this challenge, click here.

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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#MarquessaChallenge – “Waking Up In Vegas” #fictionfriday #music #prompt

Are you up for the #FictionFriday Lyric Challenge?

This week, please TAG ONE fellow fiction writer to join in!

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Today’s lyric prompt is:

“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…”

You can use the entire lyric, part of the lyric or another lyric from the song.

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#WriterWednesday: The Writer’s Job Is To… #writer #amwriting

I absolutely adore this quote because it is so true.

If we don’t put obstacles in a character’s way, how will we show their personal development?

I still have yet to actually “kill off” a character but from what I’m told, it’s a great way to shake things up.

What are your favorite “obstacles” to put in your character’s way?

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#ThoughtfulTuesday: What You May Not Understand…

I haven’t written a post for my “From Where I Sit” feature for a while so here goes…

You may have heard about the recent “Dove ad” controversy and if not, you can Google it or click here for a general idea.

It was quite interesting to read social media comments that varied from “That ad is racist and I’m boycotting the company” to “In what world is that ad offensive? Get a grip you over-politically correct people!

Whether the ad was insensitive, offensive or racist, that’s up to you to decide.

However, for those of you who don’t see how the ad could possibly be disrespectful, I’m sharing a few experiences to show from where some of the controversy may come.

People may not understand about:

  • that little boy in my kindergarden class (who had probably never seen a Black person before) who turned up his nose in disgust and asked me why I came to school “dirty” right before scraping his finger along my arm to see how much “dirt” would come off;
  • my second grade teacher who had no shame in saying how “brown” and “black” people were stupid and smelled back (I was the “black” one, the “brown” boy was from Indian descent and believe me, the only unshowered stink came from her); or
  • the next door neighbor girls who would call me “caca” through our chain link fence for years and years.

But as a child, I understood that I was seen as “less than” and dirty because of the color of my skin.

People may not understand about:

  • a loser classmate in high school who would sit behind me to pull on my braids and call me “Medusa” (until I introduced him to my fist);
  • growing up bombarded by ads and messaging that reinforced that the only path to “pretty” was having blond hair and blue eyes; or
  • not being able to buy basic make-up for my skin tone because “skin tone” color had nothing to do with me.

But as a teenager, I accepted that I had to live with being “ugly” because I would never meet the impossible beauty standard plastered in magazines, on billboards and on television.

People may also not understand the reality of being “complimented” on how you are “pretty for a Black girl” or having someone touch your hair without your permission to see if it’s real (because if it’s long it must be a weave) like you’re some kind of object unworthy of boundaries.

But as a grown woman and having endured those kinds of experiences as an early backdrop to my life, I quickly noticed the “issue” with the Dove ad, as did my 79 year old mother and 16 year old niece when I showed it to them.

At face value and for many, the Dove ad is…quiet.

But for others, it speaks volumes and is a reminder of the false truths we learned about “black” being “unclean”, “unworthy”, “dirty” and “not ideal”.

You see, if you had experienced just a tiny bit of what I’vr shared with you, your eyes may also have caught the image of a Black woman bathing the ‘black” off to get “clean” and “pretty”…

From where I sit and through my brown eyes, that is what lies behind the controversy.

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