“Gone” #lyricalfictionfriday #fictionfriday #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas/New Year-flavored fiction*

This fiction was adapted for this week’s #LyricalFictionFriday

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Lost in my thoughts that New Year’s Eve day, I inhaled deeply, wanting to take in the scent of his cologne that I had come to dislike so much. I relished the moment and wanted to remember every second of this encounter that he had no clue would be our last.

I tilted my chin upwards to him for a goodbye kiss before I went through the gate, knowing that this simple action would make him do the complete opposite. He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my forehead instead, just as I had predicted.

I knew him too well.

“Have a good flight. Give me a call when you get home.”

I smiled to myself, the shaking of my head was slight and uncontrollable. He frowned. Of course, my smile annoyed him.

“What are you smiling at?”

I shrugged my carry-on and purse back onto my shoulder to stop them from slipping off. This time I smiled directly at him and looked him straight in the eye. I studied the shadows of his face and wondered what I had ever seen behind those evil eyes. Long ago, he had looked like a cool drink of water, but he had turned out to be candy-coated misery.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Take care of yourself Dex.”

I turned around, handed the boarding pass that had been burning a hole in my hand to the gate attendant and slowly walked away towards my future without him.

“Wait. Delaney! Wait!”

I could hear the mistrust and confusion in his voice as I continued down the jetway. He was tuned into the heartless vibe I knew I was giving off.

“Delaney!”

I didn’t look back.

I no longer felt lost and would never let myself feel that way again. I had a spanking brand new 2018 without him to look forward to.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Right Reserved.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Cowboy Casanova” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

Today’s lyric prompt is:

He looks like a cool drink of water but he’s candy-coated misery…

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#LyricalFictionFriday: “Dangerous Woman” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

Today’s lyrical prompt is:

I’m locked and loaded…completely focused…my mind is open…”

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“The Best Christmas Present Ever” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored fiction*

“Do you understand me? You can not be with him. Give yourself the best Christmas present ever and run – as fast as you can.”

*Warning – this fiction speaks to abuse*

“You need to stop embarrassing me like that in front of my friends. Do you understand?” Dex whispered in my ear as if English was not my first language.

He held me so tightly on the dance floor that I could barely breathe. The smile plastered on his face almost hid just how angry he really was. I had no energy left to fight.

“All you had to do was agree with what I said. You made me look like an idiot.”

“All I did was offer my opinion.”

“Well, no one was interested in your opinion. Stop looking so sour and put a smile on your face.”

We fell silent as we danced to the Christmas medley of songs that the band was playing. I wished for the songs to never end because the sooner the songs were over meant the sooner we would return to the table and finish dinner with Laura and Mike. And the sooner dinner was over meant the sooner I would pay for my invisible crimes when Dex and I left the restaurant.

The band announced that they were taking a break and we returned to the table.

“I was just telling Laura how stunning you are, Delaney. And intelligent too. You lucked out when you found this one Dex.”

I smiled at the compliment and picked up my fork to place a small slice of the cheesecake that we had ordered for all of us to share onto my plate.

“With the holiday season and all, don’t you think that it would a perfect time for you to “put a ring on it” Dex?”

I almost choked on my cheesecake bite but Dex didn’t flinch at Mike’s teasing.

“Maybe when she learns to get a little willpower and lay off the desserts long enough to fit into a future wedding dress.” Dex’s eyes went from mine to the fork in my mouth and back to my eyes. When the table fell into an awkward silence, Dex laughed it off with a wave of his hand. “I’m just kidding of course.”

I put the fork down and swallowed hard. Laura searched my eyes as if she were looking for a clue into my thoughts.

“Delaney is perfect just the way she is. You should know better than to say something like that Dex.” Laura’s words were so thick with annoyance that she almost had to wipe her chin.

“Oh come on Laura, chill. I was just joking around,” Dex said, waving her off and then turned to me and nodded. “You know how I joke around, right?”

I knew better than to not agree. I nodded and averted my eyes from Laura’s stare.

“Delaney knows that I love her just the way she is, even with a few extra pounds.”

Laura eyes widened and I saw her take a deep breath before opening her mouth again.

“You don’t have an ounce of fat on your body,” Laura said directly at me. “Dex needs glasses or is just simply delusional. In either case, don’t you listen to him.” Laura’s statement was meant to be “light” but the vibe at the table had definitely changed. Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he eyed his wife cautiously.

Laura patted the corners of her mouth with her napkin and placed it next to her plate. “I need to freshen up. Delaney, let’s go to the ladies room.”

Dex’s hand flew under the table. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard, a clear message that I was to go nowhere. “Why don’t you finish your dessert first?”

I no longer knew what to do. Laura got up and circled the table to where I was, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

“Dessert means extra pounds, remember Dex?” Laura sneered at him.

Before I knew it, Laura had dragged me to the ladies room and I could feel Dex’s eyes piercing holes in my back.

Once in the ladies’ room, Laura took me to the far corner, as if she thought Dex would follow us and try to eavesdrop through the door.

“I know that Dex and Mike have been friends for years and that you and I barely know each other but I need to be blunt with you, woman to woman. Sweetie, you have a major problem that you need to get rid of and he is sitting right next to you at that table.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know where to begin processing her words. The restroom felt like there was no air and my eyes were suddenly burning.

“Delaney, it has been a while since Dex has brought a girl around for us to meet and there is a reason for that. If we are meeting you more than once, it is because he is more serious about you than the others we have met over the years. Look, this is not my first rodeo. You are way too kindhearted and sweet for Dex. He is broken and can’t be fixed, okay? Like I told the last girl, don’t walk away from Dex. Run.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And I knew she was right.

“Do you understand me? You can not be with him. Give yourself the best Christmas present ever and run – as fast as you can.”

We looked at each for what seemed like an eternity until there was a loud knock at the restroom door.

“Delaney! Laura! We are going to finish off all of the cheesecake without you girls. What are you two doing in there? Putting on entirely new faces?”

Laura leaned into me so closely that I could feel her warm breath on my face. Laura never took her eyes off of mine as she whispered the truth I already knew.

“You need to shake him loose and never look back. Do you understand me, Delaney?”

I understood.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Originally posted on April 14, 2015, adapted in December 2017.

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“By The Time This Night Is Over…” #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

This is a previously posted fiction adapted to fit this week’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge!

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If we were any closer, I’d be drowning in Alejandro’s eyes.

I stopped swaying and lifted my head from his chest. Just the way in which he returned my gaze made my legs weak. My eyes were speaking volumes and he was hearing me loud and clear.

Why was I desperately trying to hang onto my last shred of willpower?

I was unattached, single and attracted to him at a level that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. I also thought that it was so sweet and irresistible that he had admitted how his friends had to encourage him to try and talk to me instead of being timid.

Blame it on the island life, his authenticity with me, the fact that he was sizzling hot (as Ella would say), it really didn’t matter.

By the time this night is over, you’ll be wrapped around him anyways.

Alejandro lowered his lips to mine and to keep my balance, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt.

Sweet, slow and soft. With each kiss, we delved deeper into each other with more intensity. One arm circled my waist, the other hand tracing the length of my back, Alejandro was giving me goosebumps of all kinds. I had no choice but to slide my hands up his chest and drape them around his neck. When we finally came up for air, I couldn’t catch my breath. I had totally lost my mind for those few minutes and I think he had too.

We held onto each for what felt like forever and said nothing, just trying to catch our breath. And that is when my rationale mind came back to rear its ugly head. I needed to explain why I had waited this long to let my defenses down with him, that it wasn’t some kind of a game, how I had been hurt before…

Alejandro must have read my mind of jumbled thoughts because just as I opened my mouth to speak, he placed his index finger on my lips.

“I only need to know one thing.” Alejandro paused and searched my eyes. “Do you ever think about him when you are with me?”

Him? Him who? It didn’t matter…the answer was hell no.

When I shook my head, he removed his finger and cupped my face within the palms of his large warm hands.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

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#LyricalFictionFriday: “No” #fictionfriday

Today’s lyrical prompt is:

I think it’s so sweet…how you let your friends encourage you to try and talk to me…but let me stop you there…

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“The Baby Conspiracy” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored fiction*

“Don’t ever do it.”

Her voice is a whisper over the phone. I assume that people are in the room with her because she sounds afraid of being overheard and there is holiday music in the background.

“Don’t do what?” I’m confused since all I asked was how she and the baby are doing now they are finally home after all the complications.

“Have a baby. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. One huge fucking conspiracy.”

“Uh…”

“I’m telling you, it’s a fucking trick. All of your friends with kids encourage you to do it, tell you how great and rewarding it is. But it’s not true. They just want you to jump into that miserable, sinking ship so that you can drown with them.”

How am I supposed to respond to that?

“You’re just exhausted after all that you went through and have post-baby blues. I know that you must be missing your mother too and it’s also almost Christmas so you’re stressed out…”

“All I want for Christmas is my fucking life back! This has to be a conspiracy because they all know awful it really is before you do it and push you to do it. They only tell you the fucking truth after its too late,” she continues to whisper as if I didn’t even say a word.

Hormones, exhaustion, the burden of new mommy-hood responsibilities and the holiday season are taking a huge toll on her. She needs to vent to someone outside her family, someone who isn’t going to judge her for feeling unmommy-like.

But strangely enough, it isn’t the first time I’ve heard that theory from a few women in my entourage.

Is she right? Is there some kind of conspiracy going on?

As I remember all the lonely days of finding the courage to give myself the strict regimen of injections, I slide my hand across my secretly growing belly and am no longer sure I want to put that theory to the test all by myself.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted on February 4, 2016, adapted in December 2017

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