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Destiny At The Door

How oft could two prompts in one prose fit, and
How oft would two halves in one lifetime meet?

There he stood in his suit, its sheen subtly accentuating the contours of his body beneath it. The corners of his lips curved into a smile as his eyes met mine.

“You’re here.”

“Sorry I took a while; had to settle the guys first.”

“They’re on their way home?”

“Yeah.”

He took a step towards me and I caught the scent of him – a strong mingle of the fragrance he wore and that distinct maleness that was him. The surreality of being this close to him again was swiftly overtaken by the reality of it.

Just a breath away.

Sidling past me through the doorway, he entered the room as I closed the door behind us. Turning around, I looked up to see him regarding me in a relaxed yet intense gaze. I smiled and walked towards him. In the instance I took him into my arms, I felt his around me, and for what seemed like an eternity afterwards, I was contented to remain where I was, a comforting warmth flooding my whole being.

“I’m so proud of you tonight. And I’m so glad I’m actually here to see it.”

“I’m glad you are here too.”

Pulling myself away slightly, I looked into his eyes meaningfully.

“So now we’re here.”

“Uh huh.”

“There’s nowhere else I could be.”

“Me neither.”

“Except, perhaps…”

My gaze dropped to where my fingers were playfully teasing his blazer button. Biting my lip in a grin, I glanced back up. He was watching me. Then, he reached out and gently fingered the topmost clasp of the string of three that held my blouse together. He gazed intently at it, as though examining it in detail.

“How does this work?”

“This is the traditional way of wearing the blouse, held together with this chain of brooches.”

“Ah, I see.”

Still fingering the brooch, he proceeded to depress the surface with his thumb as his finger slid the slender pin behind aside. Pulling it gently away from the folds it held together, he brought it down slowly then released it, letting it hang precariously from its chain as I gasped, feeling a sudden loosening at my neckline.

“So that’s how it works.”

I blushed as he drew closer; I could feel his breath on my lips and his hand low on my back, pulling me in towards him.

“That it is.”

In that moment, time seemed to have stilled and us rendered motionless, except for my quickened breathing and pounding heart. I could feel his lowered gaze on me, and I hung, half fearful, half yearning, on it.

And then, our souls ignited.

The room was spinning euphorically in a slow-motion whirlwind and I felt his arms urgently drawing me into him as I wrapped mine around his neck. His lips were pressed against mine and I could taste the soft moistness of his tongue in my mouth. He was fire, and so was I.

He began flowing into me, and as he did a warmth oozed from my very centre and flowed into my veins and across my body; it permeated every inch of my skin and my pores; it washed over my senses, what I feel and taste, hear and see, and I realised that I too was flowing into him.

The reunion of soul halves, the one I never knew I was searching for.

I was completed, perfected, washed ablaze. I was home.

And now that I know of your existence, I could never leave you alone.

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Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv

The back of my hand brushed against my still-closed eyelids and I could feel them flicker and open. Pale, flimsy curtains framed the indigo-velvet sky; the last reluctant stars  lingered petulantly.

I took in a deep breath of the crisp blue air, then stretched out my arms only to be met by empty sheets, still warm from her presence. My senses awoke. Where’d she gone?

I sat up, feeling the breeze pass by my shoulder-blades, then stood up. I picked up my shirt from the chest-of-drawers and put it on, then stole out in the peaceful stillness of the unawakened morning. Feet bare and unsandaled, the rough wooden flooring felt comforting  as I wandered out quietly towards the seaside.

I thought I saw her in the distance, standing still in her billowy white sundress, her head tilted towards the lightening skies, now a plush violet. And I stood very still, and waited.

Soon, the skies faded to deep orange, as the red sun rose from its rest. Where it touched, everything seemed to be revived and dipped into full colours, and soon the lush green trees came into view against the golden-yellow backdrop.

And there she was, there and right beside me.

Beauty in all of nature’s hues.

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Daily Prompt: Can’t Get Enough When I’m With You

Ahh addictions. Sly little devils that tempt and seduce one to sink in more and more, that is sometimes so bad yet feels so good.

Have always been and still am, to coffee, dark chocolate, words and writing. My addiction to the latter, an old song and the late night (actually early morning) downpour got this out of me.

Awl and Scribe

I watched the faint smile on her lips, her breath heaving and lowering her body gently as she slept beside me. Warmth radiated from her waist to where my arm encircled it and I could smell the faint sweetness in her hair.

It was just another usual night tonight, with her and our two beautiful kids –  coming home from work, reading a bit of current affairs, her getting dinner while I got the monkeys. Dinner, homework check, tucking in and bedtime stories, then a couple glasses of red.

On the way to visit a client this afternoon, the classics station was crooning some good old love songs when a particularly familiar one began to play.

I remember that one. It was our song.

It must have been more than ten years ago. Still a restless buck on a wager with a couple of friends, who didn’t think I…

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When I’m With You

I watched the faint smile on her lips, her breath heaving and lowering her body gently as she slept beside me. Warmth radiated from her waist to where my arm encircled it and I could smell the faint sweetness in her hair.

It was just another usual night tonight, with her and our two beautiful kids –  coming home from work, reading a bit of current affairs, her getting dinner while I got the monkeys. Dinner, homework check, tucking in and bedtime stories, then a couple glasses of red.

On the way to visit a client this afternoon, the classics station was crooning some good old love songs when a particularly familiar one began to play.

I remember that one. It was our song.

It must have been more than ten years ago. Still a restless buck on a wager with a couple of friends, who didn’t think I could make two hundred on my Ducati. Well, I did – then got a broken leg for a trophy and a couple of months off from work. Out of boredom, I started logging in to chatrooms to yak around with friends and new people.

On one of those nights, I met her.

Back then, it was still normal to converse openly in chatrooms; the first thing I saw when I got in that night was a heated discussion between her and some other fellas. Seeing she was outnumbered and ‘alone’, I backed her up.

“Hey hey fellas. Chillout, it’s just personal opinion. Stop attacking the girl.”

“Yeah? Who the f**k are u?! It aint even ur biz!”

“Sorry guys, this is public space. Be polite or f**k off yourself.”

After some pretty colourful exchanges, they decided to leave us alone.

“U alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Those rogues… thanks for rescuing me :)”

“No prob 😉 Can’t stand by with all that happening.”

So we got talking. Her name was Eve and she was a student. Loved poetry and the rain, a sensitive soul. We were fours years apart in age and hit it off pretty well. We talked about her studies and my work, our past-times and pet peeves. When she found out the reason I was home-ridden, she gave me a good chiding that made me ashamed, yet warm inside, and strangely happy afterwards.

I looked forward to our nightly chats very much. In our private channel, we exchanged lines from our favourite poems, laughed at each other’s jokes, discussed current issues that affected us or not, and contemplated greater mysteries of life and death, love and pain. And of course, her favourite topic, rain – how it sounds, feels and tastes like, and all the colours of it.

Soon I was logging on just to see her. Just to hear her scribblings, to let them fill a void I never knew existed in my heart. Just to feel her presence seep through the blinking screen to fill my room. In the day, I moped around, waiting for nightfall, so I could meet with her. My friends ribbed and jeered at my new eccentricity, but I was numb to it all.

I was becoming obsessed with her personality, her very being, her laughter and tears. I was falling for the girl who loved the rain, who happily greeted me whenever I showed up, who pouted and sulked when I was late to arrive. It did not matter anymore that I had not met her, as how I always insisted with other girls I picked up online.

Late one night, I ravished her with my words and she reciprocated with an intensity that bared the truth. She gave me her number and asked me to call her. That night, I made that song ours and gave it to her.

Yet, that was all I could give, because I belonged to another. All you girls out there must think me a f**cking two-timing bastard. And I accept it. I simply did not have the courage to tell her for the fear of causing her pain. And you guys who have been in my shoes, you know that’s the truth.

So one night, I wrote her calmly that I was posted for work overseas and that we should stop this whole online chat thing because I would not have time for her anymore. If she knew the torture, to grit through it and lie through my teeth, to be an unfeeling sonofabitch when she frantically asked for me to call her, to properly say goodbye, to hear my voice for the first and last time. To know that she was upset, and yet remain slient. Yes, to finally break her heart at that.

I never contacted her, neither did I log on to the chatroom for a long time afterwards, though secretly I would follow the posts on her blog, just to wean off her presence slowly. And it was all gloomy and grey, filled with rain and poetry that was black as night.

When I got married few years later, I decided to leave it all behind, closing the door while it was still raining outside.

I opened my eyes and it was almost daybreak. A fine mist had formed outside the window and on closer scrutiny, I realised it had been raining the night before. I got up gently and walked softly towards the door, opened it and quietly went out to the front porch.

The rain was still falling and I could feel it on my face as it came down. Soft and gentle, I stretched out my palms to feel it brush past my fingers. It was cool and comforting, and that funny ache began throbbing in my chest again.

I turned around and saw her standing behind me, wrapped in her robes with her arms hugging her body. I smiled faintly and she came towards me.

“You didn’t sleep at all?”

“Yeah… just thinking of some stuff. Had to work something out. Up already?”

“Mm. I felt cold.”

“Let’s get back in and catch a bit more sleep before the kids get up.”

I took her hand in mine and turned my back towards the falling rain. I’m sorry, I said silently. That’s all I can say, right now. And here’s that song that brought me back:

The rain pours down
And I think of you;
Wondering if you
Feel it too.

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