Short Story: “After Thirteen Years”

This was the second time Suzanne’s heart was beating fast just like it had when they first met. That afternoon was ordinary but rich with possibilities. As Denise walked by, her tethered sweater wrapped around her waist gently touched Suzanne’s arm. But it was not the touch that caused her to look up, it was Denise’s scent that touched her senses indescribably.

The combination of sweet and spicy sprinkled in patchouli sent a heat rushing through her body. It was an uncommon experience for her just like their romance in the years to come would be. But this afternoon as she sat alone in a dimmed room of the apartment they shared that became their home, Suzanne had thoughts that raged within her, a tortured conflict of “I should leave her but I can not see my life without her” lingered. Suzanne’s mind swirled and ached provoking sadness because the only real possibility was having to let Denise go after 13 years.

Suzanne recalled finding the letters that were written to Denise from another woman. Denise was sentimental about certain things like important letters and gifts. She hung onto them forever. The letters were full of graphic passion and words of love that they had shared and hoped to share again. The letters went back five years and were never sent to their home but delivered at Denise’s work address. Even worse was the letter that Suzanne found that Denise had written to her lover but had not yet mailed. That letter was the dagger that cut Suzanne’s flesh deep piercing her heart written 28 hours ago.

© Exposed Loving, 6.14.18

An Unlikely Pairing, a Very Short Story

The graduate class started at 10 am. It was a bright Monday. There she was two rows in front of me. Her name was Tamsin. She was from a moderately rich family from Maine and was cross registered at the graduate school I was attending.

I watched her walk into the room hoping she noticed me looking at her. Tamsin was comfortably dressed. Her outfit hugged her curves. Her thick slightly wavy, medium length dark hair crowned her head and her porcelain skin stood out in contrast. She mesmerized me.

Me, the opposite of her, African American, attending graduate school with student loans and coming from a poor working class background. Would she ever notice me. Would she ever go out with me.

During the class I could not help but stare. My male friend who sat beside me was distracted by my commentary about her. I could not help myself. I was completely undone by her.

Finally the class ended and I was offered an opportunity. She was preparing to go. This was my chance to say something. To say anything. I had no time to find poetic words. As she moved towards the door I said, “Hello my name is…..and you are Tamsin, right? I am pleased to meet you. Are you going to lunch?” She said, “Yes”. I asked, “Would you like to join me?” She replied, “I’ve been waiting for you to say something to me…anything to me… (she smiles)”.

That began a love affair that I will never forget and always will cherish because it broke down stereotypes, prejudices, class differences, race and socioeconomic differences. Two women decided and dared to share some wonderful experiences that many thought would never happen because it was an unlikely pairing.

Two women decided and dared to share some wonderful experiences that many thought would never happen because it was an unlikely pairing.

Exposed Loving 💙, 11.18.17

Created Moments

(A Short Story)

The business meeting ended and papers were shoved back into brief cases and coffee cups hit the wooden table as people finished their last drops. She was there dressed in white and every curve saying hello to every eye.

Everyone had gathered up their items and was walking out the door. She was last to leave besides me. I was standing at the door. As she walked toward me to go out the door I took her wrist into my hand and I looked deeply into her eyes as I guided her away from the threshold. She followed and I closed the door.

Finally it was me and her, a locked door closed against any distractions. We sat opposite each other and I talked to her and she smiled at me. My words went past her ears and wrapped around her heart.

The eyes don’t lie. Her eyes said it all and even much more. That was the beginning of many more occasions where we would stay back when the others had left. Those created moments made us happy and gave us respite from the world beyond the door.

by Exposed Loving💙, 11.18.17

Over Coffee

That Saturday twenty-seven year old Tres went to corner coffee shop to read and scan social media. She sat in a corner booth next to a window where the rays of the sun caressed her curly kinky hair. She wore a soft sweater with jeans. Her short leather jacket hugged her waist as she sat typing and sipping coffee.

The owner of the coffee shop, fifty-three year old Rene had noticed Tres since the first time she entered the coffee shop. It was hard to catch Rene’s attention but Tres did it with ease. Rene watched waiting for her cup to need more of the dark moroccan coffee she liked.

The coffee poured once more, Rene decided to make sure her presence was known and introduced herself to Tres. They chatted for a bit and then Rene went back to the counter but her heart and mind never left the table. She wonder did she have any impact on Tres who she thought was exquisite.

Would more than their twenty year difference leave Tres to disregard the attention Rene was giving her. Would Tres welcome her affection.

Before leaving the coffee shop Tres wrote a brief note to Rene. The note read, “I see you looking. I like the way you look at me. Let’s talk about what we can do to get to know each other better.” Tres walked up to the counter and place her cup there with a smile. The note was left under the coffee cup with Rene’s name on it.

Rene said a warm “See you next time” and then proceeded to take the cup she left and then she saw the note. A smile came across Rene’s face as she read the note. Intrigued and excited, she looked forward to the next time she would encounter Tres, she knew it would be the upcoming Monday when the sun rays would touch Tres’ curly kinky hair as it caressed her face through the the window of the coffee shop. Rene would be there her heart beating a little faster and her desire taking a backseat to getting to know Tres better.

Exposed Loving💙, 11.17.17