Day 46 Ruminations And Writing

Day 46 of the daily prompts:

Rose

She swirled the rose in her hand. It had been left to her front door this morning. No note. No explanation. Just the rose. She had at first thought it had been a mistake, but it had been placed so carefully to lean against the porch so it wouldn’t be crushed by anything.

The rose made her feel… She wasn’t sure what it made her feel. Alive? Titillated? Scared? All at once. She couldn’t think of anyone who would have left the rose there. Her neighbors were elderly. The last date she had been was three weeks ago, and it had gone badly. But the rose must have come from someone. Maybe there was a serial killer on the loose, and this was their signature. She wished her brain didn’t always jump to the worst conclusion. It was what you put there mattered, and she had put there self-doubt, fear, hatred, jealousy, and all the nastiness.

She chose to believe that the rose was a good thing. That it was an omen that it was finally time to think good thoughts.

Pirates

The pirate sighed as the kid made another loop around the ship deck. The girl let out a long, excited scream as she ducked under Louise’s legs and, pirouetted around, and made a zigzagging move to get away from Jonathan. His deckhands seemed to enjoy the game even when they were meant to nap her and put her back in her room to give him peace of mind. But no. The girl didn’t have it. She wanted to be outside and play pirates.

He should have never kidnapped her. She was more hassle than the ransom they were asking for.

Her

She walked up to him at the bar. He had been scribbling a story idea he had suddenly had in his notebook. She gave him a sweet, intoxicating smile that seemed to render his body numb. All he could do was stare at her, the way she moved her hip from side to side, tossed her hair, and slid her lips ever so slightly apart.

His heart was skipping more than one beat. It was trying to escape his chest.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked.

All he could do was nod.

She took the seat next to him. He could smell her perfume. It smelled of spring flowers and sex.

“I think I have seen you before,” he stuttered. He had. She felt so familiar. So his.

“Of course you have, sweetheart. We have always been destined to be together.” She gave him a smile that made him want to give everything he had to her.

“I’m your muse, my darling,” she said after he couldn’t get a word out.

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

If what we think, how we think, and what we learn and read matters, then I chose this day to be full of wonder and novel thoughts. It’s time to get my head off the doom clouds, mull over the little things, do what I love, and act the way my ideal self would act.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a prolific day!