Karoo
The harsh white light framed her body in a silhouette.
She was standing on the balcony of the house, looking out over the scrubland of the Karoo. Her elbows on the balustrade. She leaned back into a stretch, hanging her head and then looking back over her shoulder into the house. He watched her from the couch.
“So. What do you think?” he asked
“Beautiful. Not what I expected. There’s almost nothing out there. But it’s beautiful”
He stood up. Walked out of the shaded house into the heat and slid his hands onto her waist.
“Are you happy?”
She straightened and leaned back. Closed her eyes and breathed in the desert and the warm soapy smell of his skin.
“No. But it doesn’t matter. It’s been too long. I can’t keep thinking things will change. I just want to forget. Forget it ever happened.”
He turned his face into her dark hair, his mouth on her neck. His hands moved over her t-shirt and up her waist to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples.
“It’s ok,” he whispered. “It’ll be ok.”
She turned into him, tears slipping down her cheeks as he slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head.
“It’ll be ok.”
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I cant help it if my wand sparkles.
Hi Dolce
Hmmmm Dolce....
This piece has a strong resemblance to the scribblings of Fever....except this time you need a tissue to wipe the snot as dex says.
P.S. Dex ......I've been told often that crying women turn men on. Is this true?
Pffft Zephilla
what scribblings?
Put ya tongue away girl....
would you prefer the writings of Fever?
Ah. There you are.
Well, well, well. Writing again. That's good news, Dolce.
I want to know what happened, but that's not the point, is it?
No point at all
actually
just a thought that needed paper. Or pixels. Or something.
You know.
I get you, Dolce,
well, t'was a splendid idea.
Dolce.
Just a little peek through a window? What happened to her and how is he going to make it better? Do tell....
Dolce
Hau.
He's gonna give her a leg-over while she's crying?
No man. She's gonna get snot all over the sheets.
hahaaha. gotta love you dexter
i'm tempted to bottle you. fukkity- you make me laugh 'til my gut aches (and its a big one).
aiyee - never one to let an opportunity for obscenity pass you by.
dolly - good to read your creative work again. its been too long/too little.
Morlicia
hey gorgeous...yeah, it's been too long. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. The juices flow better when there's pain, and there hasn't been a lot of that. So can't complain.
And life's been throwing me curveballs. Which I'm trying to alternatively dodge and catch. Eish.
Loved your last one, too, chica.
demons have x-ray vision dolly
they always know where to find me.
i'm confronting a few of mine - current and past ones. one of my regular visitors/commentors is an old friend - the memories are sweet/deceptive/rose-hued/guilt ridden... makes me have to fess up internally and once again come to terms with the tangled tart that i am.
not my favourite fodder - but i wouldnt change it/lose it for the world. all things at a price... and as you say - the pain draws the juices.
hope the written benefits outweigh your burdens.
Morty Morty Morty
sometimes I'm reminded of a river my dad once told me about - it's not terribly far from where I live actually. In parts, it's pretty deep , wide, and treacherous. My dad said that when he first saw it, the water was fairly low. At one point along the river, there was a natural crossing made from large boulders...stretching from the one bank to the other. In between the boulders, the river raged...but the boulders were close enough together to use to cross the river. A purpose could be found in these boulders...not necessarily the intented - who knows if nature had intended to make a bridge between the two banks - but regardless - you could cross the river by hopping from one boulder to the next. My dad was in the area again when KZN had those severe floods...quite a few years back now. Those boulders were obviously submerged then. There was some news footage on how a rescue boat had been caught between 2 of these boulders and had sunk. All 8 passangers drowned.
Years later...people are still crossing the river, using the boulders. Those boulders have helped and hurt. But they have a purpose.
God knows why I said all that!
ta arbs
i know what you mean - kinda - but fukkit - some days are just screaming for a hovercraft - and screw all the careful navigations and brusings.
that's what I love about you girl
you're so hot blooded.
ps: postman's at your door.
*try not take advantage of the poor boy this time, will ya...hehehehe*
Dex
cheaper than lube.
Ja.
'snot a problem honey, i slip it right in.
*shudder*
Enjoyed the post, btw.
oiy! Dolce!
There's a paragraph missing at the start of this...or somewhere in the middle. Too many questions after reading this!
I guess that was kinda the point, hey?
No Arb
you're just a nosey slapper!
But ja. Kinda the point.
How you doin', keeetchen killer?
I'm alright I guess woman
Big changes on the horizon, testing my patience (or lack thereof). Literally waiting for the holidays now...and doing the usual, ya know - imagining that the new year will kick off with me suddenly having a raw craving for the work that I do...hehehe.....
'self- delusion is an essential part of staying sane'*
*from the very secret files of the FWI
You darlin? All alright then?
All good Arb
LB is still making me laugh, moan and think in interesting ways. Sweet boy.
I'm having the same work issues though...trying to find major league interest where there isn't any (anymore). Sucks piles.
But lots on, so haven't had time to think about it much. Except in the dark hours of the night. When no body should be thinking about anything important.
Thank fuck for self-delusion.
yeah Dolce
that and sweet boys. Thank fuck for them too.
Arb
So, how about a famous Arb update...what have the blog folk been up to?
hmmm...since you were last here Dolce...lemme see..
it's been quiet all round Dolce. Clare has been the most vocal - very chipper these days, must be well rodgered.
Dust has also written quite a bit - everything from the mood of shoppers in grocery stores vs hardware stores to how at peace she is with being an old married gitt.
GaryM has posted a little here and there...he's been going down memory lane and getting quite nostalgic.
Things were so quiet at one stage - those who were online jumped at Gazza's suggestion to have a poem and pic day...the poem and pic both being someone else's...yip - been quiet, like I say.
Pat's posted about some of our esteemed political figures.
Ramon's written some awesome poetry.
Spoegs has popped in now and then to lighten the mood, as has Dextra.
Nossie's been around a bit and Sunday's has been homesick.
Yeah...that about does it I think. Oh yes, we had a site upgrade. Not much changed on the front end...the Edit button on comments can be a bit of a tetchy bitch.
Ah Arb
Am that transparent. It must be time to drag out some poor me posts again.
Get your facts right Arb
I'm not married
And he's the gitt.
I'll let you get away with the rest. This time.
*mutter*
howdy arbs...
see - thats why i'm quiet and absent - not being rodgered frequently enough!
diablo is going to be home soon - i'm going to test that theory until i'm inspired - or die trying.
you've been chirpy the last couple of days. i'll take that as confirmation that you're not stranded in the nookie wastelands. lucky wench.
hiya Morts...sorry - just saw this now...too busy rambling
on to you about a damn river and boulders and purpose and, and, and....
gotta get my act together and mail you sometime. Beeeeeg changes up ahead woman...
Where's diablo been then?
As for the nookie wastelands...where are those again?
hide and seek, arbs?
i'm on, you're off, you're on, i'm off - sounds like a dexter special on adult musical chairs!
diablo is doodling about in michigan - work mostly, and a teenywhalloping bit of play if i know him... although he'll pretend that he was bored to tears and never noticed that his attentive waitress had dick defying hooters. pffft. men and their obfuscations.
goooood changes i hope? "do as ye will, and it harm none"?
the wastelands shift and change. currently they can be explored hovering in a bedroom not far from robben island... there's no wandering crusoe to spice up the journey - just a chubbly ole wench with an eye on the calendar for diablos return!
but yeah. mail me. its been a while.
Dolce
Are you able to offer photographic evidence of: "The harsh white light framed her body in a silhouette" ?
Spyder.Redux
are you able to offer any evidence that you're not just a stick poking eejit?
Literary licence, my friend. If I say the light frames her, then it does.
Capishe?
Dolce
Come on babe. How do you know I am just a stick poking eejit and not the man of your dreams?
Speaking of which, you write like a dream.
And...
After reading your post I'm hope it's fiction.
Spydy
call it women's intuition. But then again, I like people with sticks. Better than people with sparkely wands and rainbows.
And it's fiction. But is fiction every truely devoid of fact? So a fiction, of sorts.
Welcome Back Dolce
Long time since we've seen something like this from you.
Mooi so.
Ta Dusts
so much going on at the moment, I'm not getting a lot of time to do much random writing.
How is everyone?
Dolce
Everyone's mostly quiet. Except for the odd spurts and rants. And clare. But she falls into the spurt and rant slot too....
More folk popping in than writing. Which is good for getting work done.
As you see, some newbies.
*sigh*
Newbies are good
stirs things up a bit.
We like stirring.
A bit.
How's your arm band?
Arm band?
Like water wings?
Tsk. You have been gone a long time.
I'm all unencumbered now. Yay.
Water wings / killer blugeoning instrument
ja, that thing....
So you're all healed now? Are you allowed to talk too?
Ja!
Poor Hun.
Whahahahaha
ja...I was going to ask if Hun was surviving the onslaught of a completely healed Muffin.