Fantasy, Fiction, Romance

Between the Devil and the Deep, Part 1

Part 1:  Sirina

 

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

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He spent the afternoon on the beach walking in the surf and trying to clear his mind. Layoffs were imminent and he couldn’t afford to get the axe now. Jake was a benevolent man and caring for his family came to him as naturally as breathing. Still, he was just a man with just a little bit of ‘the devil may care’ in him.

He turned to walk the half mile back to his car when something made him stop and look back. Jake stared into the distance trying to discern what it was.

A sound? No, more like something haunting me that’s trying to breach the surface.

He started back toward the car when it happened again. Jake looked to the heavens, saying aloud, “You’re messing with me, right? This is punishment for taking more than one wife?”

Jake regrouped long enough to wonder how he would appear to anyone that might be watching; standing here alone, imploring the gods, tossing his arms up and speaking to no one there. He shook his head laughing at himself thinking, It’s stress. It’s always stress. That’s what drives rational men mad.

Again the feeling interrupted his thoughts. It was something akin to a gentle tugging at his heart, which made him turn fully to look over his shoulder. Then he saw her.

No shit! No way!

Jake stood transfixed, mesmerized at the sight of her and unable to think. He forced his focused enough to believe he wasn’t imagining her, but didn’t dare move suddenly for fear of frightening her away.

Sirena propped herself on the shore drying her gossamer locks in the evening sunset. Her fiery hair tumbled carelessly down her back as she breathed in the salt-sea air, the vast ocean, and the long expanse of deserted beach. She loved everything about her life; carefree days, full moon nights, warm sunset evenings and wide open spaces; everything that was her freedom.

Only half believing his eyes, Jake made his way down the beach, approaching her with caution, while trying to make sense of the scene before him. The beach had been deserted all evening, not another soul around yet, suddenly, there was a half-naked beauty stretching lazily in the spot where he’d stood fifteen minutes ago.

But it’s more than that, He thought. It’s as if she radiates all the goodness in the world; like she’s emanating the purity of, love.

Jake would have sworn he’d been sluicing through a desert and she was a mirage.  He was close enough to touch her shoulder but she showed no modesty, nothing that spoke of shame or covering herself in his presence. She sat at water’s edge, playfully dangling her legs in the waves as he stood stock-still searching for an opening line.

“Good evening.”

He raked his hand through tousled hair wondering if she had actually spoken.

Did I imagine it? She’s not real. I’m not real. None of this is real! Jake scolded himself; I’m probably in the car having some freaky, stressed-out, highway hypnosis or something.

“Isn’t it customarily polite to speak when spoken to?”

Her back was still to him but this time Jake was sure.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t… ah, hello,” He offered, moving to sit beside her, “I’m,”

Sirena turned eyes to him and he tripped over his tongue, “Stunned,” He finished.

“You’re stunned? That’s your name,” She teased.

“Jake,” He corrected, offering his hand, “I’m sorry, I guess I am a little…” Jake stopped, still unable to tear his eyes from hers, “How, What, Where the devil did you come from,” He asked, still disbelieving his own eyes.

“I’m Sirena. Good to meet you too.”

Did she say that? I’m starting right at her and I don’t know if her lips moved.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He returned, “How did I not see you sooner,” He asked, “I’ve been here all evening.”

“I’m sure you have many burdens and I was pretty far out,” She answered, watching him scan the sea for a boat or diving gear.

“Where are you from Sirena?”

“Oh, you know,” she evaded, “I’m a child of the world.”

“I guess you’ve traveled a lot,” He asked, attempting small talk.

“You could say that,” She replied with a nonchalant shrug as she sensed the change of tide even before she felt it.

Jake knew he was already head over heart in love with her but knew, as well, that all of this was just too surreal.

“It’s getting late,” Sirena whispered, not quite realizing why that fact made her feel melancholy, “I have to go soon.”

“No wait,” He plead urgently, “Can I see you again?”

Sirena couldn’t fathom why she was drawn to Jake, or to anything that could jeopardize the life she had now.

The turn of the tide is a warning. The pull of the moon is trying to lure me out of this, this… this!

“Sirena, please. I must see you again,” He pressed.

“Do you believe in mermaids, Jake,” She probed.

“What?”

“Do you,” She demanded point blank.

“Okay, yes. Sure. Can I see you tomorrow?”

Sirena slipped into the water saying, “Meet me tomorrow at sunset.”

“Okay,” He smiled, tentatively relieved, “I’ll be here. Wait! Why did you ask about mermaids?”

She smiled up at him and stated matter-of-factly, “Because I’m about to test your meddle.”

With that she ducked below the surface and the last thing Jake saw was a fishtail that slapped the ocean powering her departure.

 

 

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Microliterature, Miscellaneous, Nonfiction

Dear Future Me

Dear Future Me,

 

 

Re:  Labels


The actuality of those times when the story running through mind, set on continuous loop, is ‘not good enough…no…not even close to good enough… You will never be good or enough…’ is that you have allowed too many toxic voices to inhabit your heart and mind rent-free.

 

 

People in or entering your life may come with fulfilling labels: Friend, Wife, Husband, Father, Step-Mother, Neighbor, Daughter, Trusted Significant Other, or worse – Family, etc. Let’s call all of them chosen labels TBD.

 

 

Always, always read the actual ingredients. Open the wrapper, no matter how pleasing its appearance, and look closely at what is underneath and inside. Find out what, if any, agenda is included in the fine print. Be aware that every label has the potential to expire at any moment.

 

 

Appearances and labels are designed to deceive. Find the people, or person who quiets and soothes the heart, mind, body and soul; the ones with a different soundtrack.

 

 

Those are the ones that matter above everything and everyone else. If there is anything genuinely desirable in the package, you have struck gold. Recognize the value in them and nourish one another.

 

 

Accept no substitutes – ever. All else is just mind-numbing noise that costs far too much to acquire, keep and maintain.

 

 

Many chosen labels are all flash, nothing real, no substance, have no staying power, and are fundamentally bad for you. They are not worth the acquisition.

 

 

 

Find those that purport themselves to be who and what they actually are, and advertise accordingly. There is no substitute for the real thing.


Choose wisely. You’ll thank me later.

 

All My Love, 

Me

 

 


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Passion's Invocation

Uneasy Over

He had been a fair weather friend at best, and his weather had been much fairer than hers. He didn’t want to be with her no matter how she had hoped and hurt.

He had been her choice regardless of his shortcomings. That was how she loved, inherently, instinctively, overlooking human weaknesses. Nothing mattered next to the one she held in her heart.

She had been available and alone too long. He’d only noticed when it was convenient for him. Now that he had no other options, he had decided to be her company.

Maybe she didn’t have much, and maybe she never would, but she had gotten out with what little was left of her pride and self-esteem still intact.

He hadn’t given a damn if she’d needed him. She had suffered the worst alone. She had given her all to be there for him. She knew that the time was now and that a moment later would be too late.

She tied on her running shoes with double knotted bows. Where she ran screaming to, nobody knows.

She had no one and nothing to run to, but she arrived there alone again. She felt empty, battered, sad and used, but knew it was the right thing to do. She had to save herself now.

That was all she needed to be, along with being temporarily free. It was hard and it hurt like hell, but it was action based on facts. To her It was typical, another uneasy over and another hard beginning.

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Windows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back when Billy was just a peculiar little boy, Mr and Mrs Gates didn’t understand their son’s voyeuristic fascination with windows.

 

 

 

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Dangerous Women, Fiction, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation, Romance

Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 

 
 
 
“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.

 
 
 
“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.


“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.

 
 
 
“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 
 
 
 
His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,

 
 
 
“Enforced vacation,” she queried.


“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”


 
 
 
Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.

 
 
 
“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.

 
 
 
Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.


 
 
 
Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.

 
 
 
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.

 
 
 
“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”

 
 
 
She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.

 
 
 
Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.

 
 
 
Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.

 
 
 
Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.

 
 
 
“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.


 
 
 
Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.
 
 
 
Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.

 
 
 
Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.

 
 
 
By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

 
 
 
Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”

 
 
 
She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.


 
 
 
“You’re going,” he said staunchly.


 
 
 
Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”


 
 
 
Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.


 
 
 
“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”


 
 
 
“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”


 
 
 
Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


 
 
 

 

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