Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Trifecta: The Burn of Impatience

My tongue touched it registering its first flavor.

The taste sensation sent me into a state of ecstasy. A knowing anticipation of what was to come. Eyes glazed over.

Next my teeth perforated a taut exterior anxiously chasing the soft, velvety, lusciousness of its heart. A lover full of lust. As if it had been far too long.







An errant drop of core hit my bottom lip as I pulled away. My entire mouth began to scald. Fanning provided no relief; the roof of my mouth already burned by a film of hot Velveeta.

My tongue swept across its delicate surface today, recalling the perfect first bite of a grilled cheese sandwich; a reminder of the pleasure/pain sensation of my passionate impatience.

It’s always the one you take before it hits the plate. 

The first half didn't even make the paper plate!


33-333 words for the third definition of:
a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control

b archaic : swoon
: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight

Friday, April 19, 2013

Trifextra: You Can't Go Back

Trifecta gave us three words:

Charge, Century, Lost

We are to add 33 additional words. And here are mine.


“Let’s go back.”

“A century?”


“When then?”

“When we felt in charge of time yet to come. When we had a grip. When we didn’t feel so lost.”

“You think then was better?”

“Yes. Then.”

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Trifecta: Sunbathing

She began the ritual of arranging herself on the chair just so. Book to the left. Margarita to the right. Lying prone, she reached her hand around and pulled the thin string that held her swimsuit top in place. She hated tan lines.

Soaking in the heat, her body warmed like a stone on hot pavement in summertime and she thoroughly relaxed into semi-consciousness. Her mind drifted as unfamiliar birds harmonized creating a symphony of soft background sounds.

That is until the swelter of the hot Arizona sun warned her she’d forgotten sunscreen for her back. Her skin was already tight from yesterday and hadn’t yet turned its customary golden brown. She knew to be wary of Mother Nature.

Hearing the subtle turning of pages, she angled her face in the direction of the sound. She had to squint to see who was sitting in the chair next to her. Hmmmm....

Did it really matter who she asked for help? She didn’t know anyone here anyway.

Gathering some chutzpa, she spoke up.

“Excuse me. It could be quite scandalous if I attempted to lotion my back at the moment. Would you mind terribly if I asked you for help?”

The rapidly changing hue of her back was nothing compared to the color of his face when her words actually registered with his brain. She noticed and was almost embarrassed she'd even asked.

“Uh, sure. Should we introduce ourselves first?”

“Not necessary, do you think?”

Tilting his head slightly to the side he thought, “Somebody’s got to do it.”

Squeezing SPF 30 into his left hand, he began the application process along what seemed like an unending expanse of her “unsuited” spine. Trying to appear as discreet possible as his hand approached her bikini bottom, the glint off his ring sent reflections like daggers into his eyes.

“Your legs look like they’re getting fried too.” 


33-333 words for the third definition of:

Color (noun)
3: complexion tint:
  a: the tint characteristic of good health
  b: blush

Friday, April 5, 2013

Trifextra: The Fine Art of "Hearing"

I have not written one morsel in almost two weeks. It has felt fantastically freeing. And has allowed me to pursue my passion for reading. Voraciously!!!

This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is to give advice in precisely 33 words. If you know me, you then know I don’t dispense of it often unless seriously asked repeatedly. Unless you are my kids, then you tire of it quickly.


Look someone exactly in the eye and "hear" them. 


I mean really hang on their words. 


Let them feel they are the only one that matters in that moment. 

To you.