#TravelTuesday: I Wear My Sunglasses At Light

I’m guilty.

The only time I wear sunglasses is when I’m on the beach and my reasons have nothing to do with the glare of the sun, UV rays and eye protection. Wearing sunglasses has everything to do with people watching.

I don’t mean in a creepy stalker kind of way like the guy in this post. I’m talking about the not-so-obvious, perfectly sneaky way to observe people’s interactions, body language and conversations that are within earshot. And no one is really the wiser if you do it the right way.

Sunglasses on, nose in book and ears wide open.

The kind of “observing” that gets your imagination going, leads you to make up stories about the people you see and try to decipher the relationships between them…the stuff begs questions like:

How is it that this mother and daughter have matching plastic surgery?

Mother and daughter with matching plastic surgery All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

What secrets are these two lovers keeping from each other?

What secrets are they keeping from each other? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

What’s the story behind this woman’s back tattoo?

Why did she get that tattoo? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Who was sipping on this coconut before they abandoned it?

Whose coconut was this and how did it get here? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Yes, I am guilty of wearing my sunglasses to seek out ideas when I’m on the beach.

But as a writer, YOU are guilty too.

Whether it’s on the beach, while sitting in a coffeeshop, at the hair salon or on the train…

I know that you do it too because as writers, we observe, ponder, imagine and create tales.

The question is, “Who’s watching you?”

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Watching You, Watch Me #amwriting #blogging

Photo credit: Digiart2001 | jason.kuffer via Foter.com / CC BY-SA

Creepy would always sit across from me, licking his lips and staring unrelentingly at me for the entire bus ride home.

For the first few weeks, I averted my eyes, assuming that maybe he was mentally unbalanced or thought that I was kind of cute. All I knew was that each and every time I glanced up from my book or my Zune, he would be staring at me.

But the day I noticed a small stupid grin on his face, my gut knew that it had nothing to do with an illness and everything to do with leering like an asshole just to unnerve me, probably for sport.

Messing with me after a long day of work and when I’m hungry is never a wise move…

Two words? Mirror technique.

Two more words? Straight face.

Yeah, keeping a straight face while fighting fire with fire was going to be my problem. Or in my case, it was fighting “licking with licking” and “staring with staring”…

When the next bus ride rolled around, Creepy stared but I didn’t look away. I stared right back and he was taken by surprise…

When Creepy licked his lips, I licked mine right back at him…

When Creepy’s eyes rolled over my body and breasts, mine rolled over his body and then stayed glued to his crotch…

For the entire bus ride.

As I stared, I kept shaking my head as if I felt sorry for his lack of…well, you know.

Never once during that bus ride did I look up at his face. But after that day, Creepy never sat across from me again.

That incident happened a very long time ago and it didn’t crossed my mind until a few days ago when I saw Creepy at a gas station. From the look on his face, it was clear that he remembered me. I found myself staring at his crotch again as I remembered that last incident and Creepy looked highly uncomfortable.

And when maliciousness overwhelmed me, I gave him a huge wave. He couldn’t get back into his car fast enough.

I guess Creepy didn’t want to explain to the woman in the car where he knew me from.

Morale of the story?  Staring at a woman in close proximity to you is not seductive, it’s just creepy.

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“The Call of the Wind” – #BarAThon @blogarhythm1

I’m participating in Blog-A-Rhythm’s second edition of  BAR-A-THON, the fortnight-long blogging marathon for bloggers everywhere!
The theme is two-fold: anything to do with the number 7 (SEVEN) or a specific PROMPT based on a famous book’s title.
For today’s post, I’ve chosen the prompt, “The Call of the Wind” and “seven”.
I will admit to you that I am “cheating” for today’s LAST #BarAThon prompt. Why am I cheating? Because I’m tired of thinking up something different from the last #BarAThon prompt. But I trust that you’ll keep my secret, right?
This story was originally titled as “One in a Million” when I first posted it. There are also a few additional installments if you are interested in reading Part 2, 3 and 4. Eventually I will convert it into a short story…eventually…

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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.

“What?”

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.

I immediately knew that my future was gone.

All Rights Reserved©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

For the continuations, please read:

Part 2 – “I’d Rather Have a Love

Part 3 – “Keep Walking‘”

Part 4 – “6:00AM“.

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#MusicMonday: “Andas En Mi Cabeza” | Chino y Nacho ft. Daddy Yankee

Happy Monday!

In order to repost my 2016 A to Z Challenge installments properly over this entire month of May, I’ve temporarily resurrected my #MusicMonday feature with tunes to set the mood for these fiction pieces.

This song was a favorite of mine at the pool/beach last spring.

And the video reminds me that I need to get back to the Aleja/Laney storyline soon!💖

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#MusicMonday: Wham! – Last Christmas

I scheduled this #MusicMonday post last month.

And now, I’m sadly updating it because my “crush” since 1982 left us on Christmas day.

My first concert ever in 1988.

#RIP Gorgeous George…

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“I’d Rather Have a Love” – #nanowrimo #love

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“I’d Rather Have A Love”

Juan and I stood at the counter in our favorite pastry shop deciding on which desserts would do the least damage to the calories we had sweated out at Zumba. I ordered the apple nachos while Juan took the zucchini brownies. We headed for our usual table near the window.

“How are you feeling these days Lily?”

“Fine, I’m doing fine.”

Juan took one of his brownies and placed it to my lips so that I could take a bite. Then he promptly shoved the rest of it into his mouth. Since we’d met at the gym last year, Juan and I had become fast friends and always hung out after yoga and Zumba. Full of energy, upbeat and positive, I always looked forward to our “dessert time”.

“Are you telling me that you didn’t cry at all after you broke it off with him?”

I shook my head.

“Of course I did. I threw myself a pity party for a few days and second guessed myself a lot but I’m fine now. Without a doubt, I know that I did the right thing.”

I nodded and stabbed at an apple wedge that had the most caramel. This time it was my turn to let Juan sample my order. I brought the fork to his lips and he was more than happy to open wide.

“Hmm, that is delicious! Has he tried to call you?”

“Yeah but I don’t picked up.”

“Girl, you are made of steel. I wish that I had that kind of willpower. Every time I vow to never speak to Nikos again, I always cave in and take him back,” Juan said, shaking his head. He seemed slightly disgusted with himself but a grin quickly spread across his face as he looked over my shoulder.

“Well, if you’re looking for a new man, there is a delicious one in the doorway who can’t keep his eyes off of you…”

Curiosity killed the cat and I immediately swiveled around to who Juan was talking about. My heart raced and then quickly sank as I recognized the sheepish smile that greeted me.

I turned back to Juan.

“That’s not a new man. It’s Matt.”

Juan choked in his mouthful of brownies.

Are you shitting me?” he whispered. “You didn’t tell me that Matt was such a babe! Did he know that you always come here after class?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I mentioned it to him more than once.”

“Hmm, does he know about me? Boyfriend looks a little jealous. ”

“What my ex-boyfriend-who-wasn’t-really-my-boyfriend thinks is none of my concern.”

“If you say so Lily,” Juan shrugged, sounding unconvinced. “Are you going to talk to him?”

“No. There is nothing left to say. And in any case, my heart is not ready to deal with him.”

“Well, it looks like you won’t have a choice. He’s coming over here…” Juan whispered as he kept watch over my shoulder.

I held my breath until Matt was standing next to our table. Matt gave me another weak smile and then acknowledged Juan’s existence with a nod.

“Hey Lily.”

“Hello Matt.”

“Could we…uh…talk?”

Matt glanced down at Juan, giving him a look that clearly said that he should disappear. But when Juan made an attempt to get up, I took his hand and forced him to stay seated. I ignored Juan’s are-you-crazy? look.

“I already said what I had to say a few weeks ago.”

“Lily, you didn’t even give me a chance to say anything – you simply up and walked out. And since you won’t return my calls or texts, I decided to find you. Would you at least hear me out?”

Poor Juan sat there looking all sorts of uncomfortable and pretending as best as he could to be invisible.

“If you have something to say Matt, you’ll have to say it in front of my friend.”

Matt shook his head in exasperation but pulled a chair over from another table to sit down between us. I watched his chest heave as he took a deep breath.

“You know that saying about not knowing what you’ve got until it’s gone?”

I had never seen Matt with such a serious demeanor. His voice was low and his eyes searched mine for a clue to my thoughts.

“Of course I do.”

Matt looked down at his feet.

“Well…I now know what that really means, what it feels like. It’s exactly what I’m living right now.”

I swallowed the bubble that had formed in my throat and kept my tone as emotionless as I could.

“I told you after our first few dates that I don’t jump into bed with just anyone – I have to have feelings for a guy first. Serious feelings. If you want to date other girls, play the field and sleep around, that’s your prerogative. But I’m not going to stick around waiting to see if I’m just sloppy seconds that you are settling on. If I want to waste time, I prefer to do it alone.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Juan cover his mouth in shock. Matt exhaled deeply, reached over for my hand and looked me straight in the eye.

“Lily, you have ruined me for wanting to be with anyone else. You are all that a man could hope for. I’d rather have a love that I know is real…I..I love you. And like you said, our future is now. Would you please give me a second chance to make things right?”

Speechless, I glanced over to Juan whose face was lit up like a Christmas tree. His eyes were misty and implored me to forgive and forget.

Love had burnt me one too many times in my past. And when it truly scorched me the last time, I vowed to learn from my mistakes.

But now, love was forcing me to make a decision, a choice much more important than what sweet dessert I wanted to take a chance on this time around.

I felt Juan and Matt’s expectant eyes burning holes into my soul as they waited for me to say something…

Part 3 – “Keep On Walkin’ ” 

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