Bar-A-Thon: Caught in the Wind (Conclusion)

Continued from Sunset Motel

I still want a baby.

As we lie in bed, day three of our weekend romp, I think to ask for his sperm, for both our sakes, but my voice is caught in the wind blowing through the open window.

He rolls to his side. “I think I love you.”

We both know it’s a lie, but it feels right for the moment.

I lean in, kiss him, and he inserts himself inside me one last time.

word count: 77

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: The Call of the Wind

I hope you enjoyed this series of short-shorts! I truly had fun writing and sharing them with you. While this ending doesn’t feel final, when it comes to fiction, is there ever truly and “ending” anyway? I just might bring these characters back one day, maybe even for the next Bar-A-Thon challenge. 😉

If you’re just coming in at the end, read all seven shorts from the beginning here.

Bar-A-Thon: Sunset Motel (Part 6)

Continued from Marriage Counseling

It was never my house; I suppose I don’t miss it. But to be locked out with only the clothes on my back, the change in my purse, seems cruel.

Group therapy at one; I tell them my husband and I have separated. They promise me reconciliation, but across the refreshments table, I meet his gaze.

Sunset Motel, where lovers rendezvous in secret, is a block away from the church basement.

I’m already naked when he arrives.

 

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 7 (Conclusion) – Caught in the Wind

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: Suns and Lovers

I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Friday for the final chapter!

Bar-A-Thon: Marriage Counseling (Part 5)

Continued from Testing the Waters

“Before . . . this— Would you call your marriage a happy one?”

“Yes–”

“No–”

We speak in unison.

Overcrowded bookshelves line the walls on either side of me. The mahogany of Dr. Liam’s s desk, the wood floor, make the office appear dim. Mood lighting to fix our broken vows.

Behind me, my husband paces back and forth. He wants to file for divorce. He doesn’t have the right.

“We live like brother and sister, but I have needs.”

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 6 – Sunset Motel

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: Lord of the Files

I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Wednesday for the continuation!

Bar-A-Thon: Testing the Waters (Part 4)

Continued from Empty Mansion

I’m over eager. I want too much. My body is not yet emptied of him inside me before I’m crouched over the toilet, balancing the rod underneath my stream.

I wait one agonizing minute for the absence of parallel lines to tell me not so.

I don’t notice my husband watching at the door, home from business.

Too late I drop the test between my legs, and with a splash, my fruitless efforts splatter my naked bottom.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 5 — Marriage Counseling 

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: War and Pieces

I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Monday for the continuation!

Bar-A-Thon: Empty Mansion (Part 3)

Continued from Sweet Shop

He’s intimidated by the size of my house. Seventeen rooms and not a single child to tuck in at night, to chase down the hollow halls echoing with laughter.

He pauses at the entrance to the gardens, caresses vines wrapped around the wrought-iron gate. “I guess I’m your overworked, sexy Latin landscaper.”

“But not underpaid.”

We don’t make it inside. On the wooden bench, surrounded by azalea blossoms, he pricks me within, and my frozen interior bursts.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 4 – Testing the Waters

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: Of Ice and Men

I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Friday for the continuation!

Bar-A-Thon: Sweet Shop (Part 2)

Continued from Group Therapy

We meet in the café on the riverfront. He devours his slice of apple pie, and I am tempted to lick the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

“I was driving,” he recounts, “left without a scratch.”

“Do you ever want another?” I think about my husband, away on business. We’ve been married ten years and I still know not what he does.

He stares, then nods.

“Come home with me.”

My bed is so cold.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 3 – Empty Mansion

—Nortina


The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts as inspiration.

The theme is seven, so I’m posting a series of seven stories at seventy-seven words each. Each day also has a prompt based on a famous book title, and while I’ve unfortunately never read any of the books listed, I think I can work with the funny play on words.

Today’s prompt is: Life of Pie

So I hope you enjoyed this quick short-short, and be sure to come back on Wednesday for the continuation!

Bar-A-Thon: Group Therapy (Part 1)

“I’m 37 years old, and I want to have a baby.”

And my husband hasn’t touched me in seven months, but I fear appearing selfish in front of these underprivileged, who’ve lost children to leukemia, car seats not strapped in.

“My wife and daughter died in a crash with a semi,” says the widower, whose fingers I brushed at the refreshments table, we both going for the same blueberry scone.

I’m not uncaring, but his eyes are tantalizing.

word count: 77
Up Next: Part 2 – Sweet Shop

—Nortina


As if I haven’t had enough with challenges these past few months, here’s another one…

The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts given for each post day as inspiration.

The theme is seven and the prompts are based on famous book titles, and would you believe I’ve never read a single one of those books? (Don’t shoot me!) Needless to say, I’ll be focusing on seven. Seven stories at seventy-seven words each.

But for those of you who are curious, today’s prompt is: The Fault in Our Stares

…get it?

Sometimes I end up following the prompt even when I don’t mean to. 😀

By the way, this is Part 1 of a quick interlude series (while you wait on my next serial story, which you can still vote for). So be sure to come back on Monday to see what happens next!

Wordy Wednesday: Drunken Mistakes

His kisses make me squeamish. It’s unnatural for a man to have lips this soft. They feel like old bubble gum I’ve chewed through my sleep, turned into a slimy film coated on the roof of my mouth by morning. He pushes his long, skinny tongue between my lips, swirls it around as if he’s beating eggs. He moans loudly. I’ve barely touched him and I can already see the bulge in his pants. His dirty words don’t excite me.

I bet you got a fat clit.”

“Let me bite your nipple.”

He’s disgusting. But I sleep with him anyway.

Nortina

WORD COUNT: 100


 

This flash fiction piece is part of Wordy Wednesday at Blog-A-Rhythm.

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