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Wednesday, June 28, 2006


He knew her, but not for sure. And he felt a tension rising within him. A sexual tension.

The woman, with hair short and blonde, focused clear blue eyes directly on his. She projected herself into him, with her eyes, and a smile.

He looked at her, almost a stare, covering her completely with his gaze. A thin blue summer outfit clung slightly to her tall lithe body. His tension grew from familiarity. She fidgeted with the ring of keys held in her hands.

In a small world, they stood in the aisle-way of the store. Other customers moved by their either side. Women glanced a look at him, men at her. Maybe the strangers could sense the heat that radiated between them.

Softly she spoke his name, and asked if it was really him. He extended the same to her.

They embraced... butter melting into toast. He held her close. Her still firm breasts he pulled tight against his chest. She pushed the femaleness at the junction of her legs against his thigh. Unspoken, they began to heart-share a memory of many years ago.

Hard winter weather had brought them together on an isolated back road, separately stranded. They had forced their entry into an unoccupied cottage for shelter. A mattress and blankets on the floor, a fireplace for light and warmth. For an afternoon, a long blizzard night, and part of the new day they made love.

Now, in their embrace of unspoken memories, they again shared the soft glow of a fire casting its flickering shadows on rumpled blankets and naked bodies.

The storm had passed. They said goodbye. She returned to her husband and the lonely glass house in the city, he to his lonely cabin in the woods.

Then once more, today, they said goodbye.


Blogger ivan said...

If Picasso had stayed in his realist mode, he would have titled this piece "Life".
Doesn't this ring a chord in all of us.
Brook Benton, out of l959: "Well hello's been such a long long time..
"Ain't it funny
how time slips away."

9:18 AM EDT  
Blogger Bernita said...

My God, Erik, you do have talent.
Have not seen "ships that pass in the night" done so neatly before.

9:45 AM EDT  
Blogger R.J. Baker said...

Very good, except I'd leave out "sexual tension" and put in, " he broke out in a sweat, palms clammy, a persistent throbbing below his waist pulsedwith each beat of his heart..."

Show, don't tell...just my humble opinion...

1:21 PM EDT  
Blogger Dakota Knight said...

I really liked that story. What inspired it?

2:10 PM EDT  
Blogger Jaye Wells said...

I loved this. I'm so glad you're sharing your stories with us.

2:33 PM EDT  
Blogger Sandra Ruttan said...

WOW Erik! When you drop by the blog these days, do you ever make a SPLASH! Well done!

3:32 PM EDT  
Blogger ivan said...

Well, R. J.,
our Canadian Broadcasting Corporation seemed even more given to metaphor: In one script, I read:
"He felt his passion stiffen."


4:38 PM EDT  
Blogger For The Trees said...

You're working yourself up to master status on these short pieces. You oughta be proud of yourself.

9:08 AM EDT  
Blogger Erik Ivan James said...

..."Ain't it funny how time slips away"...

Unfortunately true, Ivan.


Ah, Bernita, Dear Gal.



I understand your point, and thank you for it. However, in my mind, I'd have "cheapened" the scene by putting in something as you suggest.

12:42 PM EDT  
Blogger Erik Ivan James said...

I am very pleased that you liked the snippit, Dakota. And extremely pleased that you stopped by. You are welcome here always.


Thank you, Jaye. I hope you were able to feel the moment.


Samdra, my "splashes" are certainly small as compared to yours. But I do thank you for such kind words.


Thanks Forrest. Now where in hell is my share of the coffee?

12:48 PM EDT  
Anonymous Ric said...

Damn, boy, that was good!

I could feel every nuance; nicely done.

8:02 AM EDT  
Blogger Erik Ivan James said...

Thanks, Ric. I appreciate the compliment.

8:15 AM EDT  
Blogger Shesawriter said...

"They embraced... butter melting into toast."

Hot damn! Do you write romance novels for a living? You GO boy! That was wonderful!

8:15 PM EDT  
Blogger Dana Y. T. Lin said...

" Her still firm breasts he pulled tight against his chest."

I had this vision on him pulling her by her boobies... I know that's not what you meant, but that's the vision I got.

Other than that, great job, Erik. It takes lotta guts to post up your own work - keep it up.

8:17 PM EDT  
Blogger Erik Ivan James said...

I wish I did have the skills that so many, such as yourself, have to write really good romance. Thank you.


I certainly appreciate your comment. I need a lot of work on transposing my vision into the correct wording so that the reader "sees" in their mind the same picture I'm seeing in mine.

7:42 AM EDT  
Blogger Shesawriter said...

Happy 4th Erik!

11:58 PM EDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Enjoyed a lot! »

3:01 AM EST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice site! »

3:20 AM EDT  

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