Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, The Fine Line

Greeting

“Hi, back here hey. How was your weekend?” he said.

I smiled. I stared a little at his plump lips smiling back at me. I grabbed his extended hand. My right hand flat against his palm while my left clasped his wrist. As I ran my fingers through the hairs on his forearm he pulled me to him.

We were in a dance. Swiftly yet graciously our greeting stance had become undone.
On my right, his left he laced his finger with mine, simultaneously unclasping my hand from his wrist, slidding his hand down my palm and along my arm. My shoulders bore the beautiful burden of an embrace. I could feel my heart pounding in his chest. I stared into his eyes as he reached down. His beautiful face drawing nearer and nearer to mine. His breaths dusting my face like a summer wind. He was a master in the intimate embrace.

I was excited by him so my pulsing body was tense. I swallowed and he heard and he turned that pout into a smile. He drew his face back, away. I remembered to breathe. ‘Don’t go away’. He thrust his face foward again and his neck rested in the crescent of mine. His warmth, my warmth – we were two whole beings whose embrace had made us one. Love. There was nothing between us.

“Hi,” I said, “yep we’re back here. I had an okay weekend. The in laws were over. Ha. What about you?”

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Creative Writing, Flash Fiction

Happy Birthday

Dear ex lover,

I just remembred it was your birthday and thought I’d drop a quick message.

I hope you are well and I hope you are happy now, because I am. I am so happy. It’s been two years since we last spoke (you know, besides the Christmas message I left for you a few months back. Did you get that?) and it’s been four years since we last dated.

I just want to thank you for everything,  the fun times and the hard times, and that time when you held my hand when I found out my real father was dead and  it was my stepfather who had raised me. I mean we went through a lot together. But most of all I want to thank you for leaving me like you did.

I was beaten down and heart broken, I was in a mental ICU and it seemed as though all my nurses had died. I couldn’t believe how much of myself I gifted to you, and when you left and didn’t give me me back I was a little bit lost. A lot lost.

But like I said I am happy now, I have moved on. I put myself through uni, and I am moving to LA to do some modelling.  I have an amazing boyfriend, who is thinking about proposing to me – but my move has postponed all of that for a little while. So I thank you because if you hadn’t left me like you did I would have never ever progressed.

I think about you sometimes, enough to almost call you but not so much that I actually hit send. I am glad we ended on good terms, it helped with the consolation and so I know everything between us is okay. Anyway, I’m rambling. ..

Now. Your new girlfriend is pretty, how old is she? Is she a Capricorn like me? I remember you always said your soulmate would be a Capricorn. And I love that she’s a flight attendant (yep, I admit I stalked her page a tiny bit). How’s the distance thing going?

I really hope it is working well. That’s what tore us apart. I was fine with it, I waited for you to come home on holidays and some weekends. I was fine with you being away. It was only a few years. I still don’t know why you thought that I needed more. I don’t understand.

Ah, rambling again…

Anyway, happy birthday.

C x

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Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, The Fine Line

Raining on the Homeless

I looked out the window into the rain. It was whipping around fiercely outside, I guessed that there might be a storm later and I should get home as soon as possible and stay there. As the bus slowed to the next bus stop outside London Hilton Hotel I saw a homeless man. He pulled his soaking wet blue blanket over his shoulders. As he did so, his little blue collection pot blew away. It was evidently empty. He shot up to grab for it, and so did I. Instinctively I jolted up and immediately slumped back into my seat. Everything inside me wanted to help this man. I thought twice about getting off the bus to help him. But I had just spent my last spendable fifty pounds on stuff I thought I needed. Truth is, I already have leggings, long johns and thermal tops at home. They’re old and so I forced myself into believing I ‘needed’ new ones. Who was I kidding, I am greedy. I have a wardrobe breaking down because of the over load of clothes I have, and there’s me telling myself I ‘need’ more.

So what about the man, sat it the rain with a blanket which was wetter than the ground and nothing in his blue money pot?

I sat in frustration, mouthing to myself over and over ‘what can I do, what can I do?’ I had no money, no food and the clothes I just bought would not fit nor suit him. I drummed harder, and prayed ‘God what can I do, what can I do?’ Overalls came to mind, waterproof onesies. I wrote down overalls and thought to endeavour on a mission to help the homeless this winter.

I had recently been on a high with the thought of homeless people this winter; I thought about food cards we could offer them, so people wouldn’t have to give them money directly and when they do offer they know where there money is going. The stereotype is so bad. Nobody wants to give even 20p.

I turned to look out of the window, shaking my head in disappointment, and upset. A tear came to my eye. I could see another man chasing after that which he had probably been holding on to all day. His jacket was a little wet, but he was smiling. It was probably going to be the end of his shift soon. He had let go of the door accidentally, so it seemed, on a valuable customer. She, the customer, had three shopping bags in one hand and she had a large Burberry paper bag on her arm. As he grabbed he door and apologised as though it was the worst thing in the world, she put down her umbrella and squeezed herself and all her shopping bags in through the large doorway into Harvey Nichols.

I thought for a moment, how on earth could we be so disgusting? Me included with my Primark bag of shopping by my feet. We have become so utterly self-centred, we share nothing unless it’s on social media, we give nothing and we are sceptical of everything. Less than two minutes away is a man sat in the cold soaking wet, silently pleading for a bite to eat, warm and dry clothes and a roof over his head. Right in front of me was a woman wrapped in fur and leather, burdened by bags of shopping, full of things she wouldn’t wear twice because it’s not classy.

What happened to the days where everyone cared about their neighbours, where we offered help to people just because they looked lost? What is it that was so bad now no one so willing to give a hand. I mean, would it hurt to buy an extra sandwich for the homeless man who sits around the corner of your work, to pick up those old gloves you haven’t warn in weeks for the woman who sleeps in the park at the end of your road. And, to stop for a hot second to have a little bit of a chat with one of them, show some compassion, let them know that they’re not invisible. Or do you really believe that they decided to leave their mansion to go and sit in a park, while it’s raining with only a hoody on because they want to steal your one pound? Really? Every single one? I don’t think so.

by Chaneen Salako
For the ‘ AHomeless Winter ‘ campaign 2014.

For more info or to get involved please contact us on:
@ahomelesswinter (twitter), AHomeless Winter (facebook), and ahomelesswinter@gmail.com, they could really use your help.

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