knowing you.....#3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

3rd installment of "meeting you" series

we were past the point of infatuation.  it was no longer just an attraction, no longer just hoping to see one another in between work and home.  it was needing to see each other, fall into each other, and drown happily in hours spent listening to you. 

but it was still exciting.  i still wanted to know everything about you.  i wanted to know what your favorite book was and why it was your favorite.  i wanted to know about your family, about why you hated your father and why your sister never asked you to come by anymore.  i, quite simply, was in love with you.  and every morsel of information made me more ravenous; my appetite for you grew by the minute and nothing really satisfied me.  i was never full.

it had been like this with him.  but only before the kids, before the dreadful mortgage.  after the reality of life settled in on our chests, making it hard to breathe.  we didn't talk anymore.  we didn't fuck anymore.  things were, to say the least, expected.  it's what every marriage seems to imply, by the very word of it.  a sense of commonness, a sense of normalcy.  but one would think that the normality of it would bring with it a sense of security.instead it's just a feeling of being out of whack.  like one of your feet is out of step with the other, causing you to walk strangely and never really get where you're meant to be going.

and here you were, lying daintily at my feet.  running a finger up and down my calf, tickling me into tears.  you were the respite i had been seeking.  you spoke of authors, of people you'd met at your east coast college many years before.  you spoke of the inspiration derived from knowing individuals who were also...seeking.  you told me about the many people you'd loved and the few you actually remembered.  i soaked up the light radiating from your words about me.  the way you thought of me every second and relished the butterflies you felt as you saw me from across the motel parking lot.

we never spoke of the future.  it was enough to just be existing in the same room with each other.


Submitted: February 04, 2009

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guff01

Oh man, it's heating up. Very entertaining and elaborate and it's well thought out. Very good writing here

Wed, February 4th, 2009 7:18pm

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thanks, yo.

Wed, February 4th, 2009 1:43pm

scott 37

Going well.
Keep it up.

Wed, February 4th, 2009 10:06pm

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thanks a million. i think i shall keep it up!

Wed, February 4th, 2009 2:07pm

Gentlespirit

Got to hand it to you Allison - you are on a roll girlie! this is so well written. so believeable.
Its beauty lies in the manner of your descriptions which you deftly draw with your mind.

Brava!

hugs and sweet inspiration :0)
Vee

Thu, February 5th, 2009 12:54pm

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thanks, vee! you're the best cheerleader!

Thu, February 5th, 2009 8:31am

Steve Littlewood

Mmmmm... where's this heading ... will it end in tears... just wait till HE finds out... many plot options here...

Sat, February 14th, 2009 8:38am

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just you wait!

Mon, February 16th, 2009 3:34pm

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