March 20th, 2009
|01:22 pm - Blues on Friday|
La la, it's Friday! The allergy-headache is only a mild roar, I've got time for a nap and a workout after one more bit of work, and yet... I've been thinking about the blues.
ITEM: So, see, I have lately developed this admittedly strange passion for Top Gear presenter (and novice wine-enthusiast) James May, and I've been rather baffled by it. (He really is lovely, and yet...) Whilst I was watching a Top Gear clip online (as you do), however, it suddenly hit me: he looks amazingly like an old boyfriend of mine, one who passed away some years ago. My enjoyment of Mr May has become slightly indigo-edged, in other words.
ITEM: A different kind of blues for this Friday -- Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton together for "Give Me One Reason."
ITEM: Thinking about the low-down blues, thinking about a growl--a 290-word flashfic for this Friday.
Fingers tipped with long red nails slide down Jerry's beer bottle, collecting condensation on the way, leaving behind sparkles – and Jerry, who's been drinking in this biker dive since four, thinks he's seeing things. Seeing a dream.
“Hey, honey,” purrs the woman who's molested his beer bottle. In his blurry vision, she seems to sparkle too. Blonde biker-chick, stacked, smelling like a goddamn dream, standing next to him. He's never been this lucky.
He rubs the thumb of his left hand against his newly bare ring finger – oh yeah, this is gonna be one hell of a way to kick off his post-divorce life, finally free of that bitch Ladonna. He deserves some touch. “Hey back,” he says, in his best suave manner, learned from one of those dumb-ass reality shows on VH1. “So who are you, baby?”
When she leans in, he almost pops a couple of buttons on his jeans. “Fairy godmother,” she whispers.
He believes her, especially since within ten minutes he's groping her in the dim, dirty corridor leading back to the bathrooms. She fills his hands, presses him back against the fake wood paneling, growls in time with the dirty low-down blues that bartender Joe likes to play. Her blonde hair drifts over his face, then more, then more--
Can't breathe. Not because of touch in a corridor, not because of the beer, but... can't breathe, can't breathe.
He tries to focus. Behind her hair, the woman's eyes have changed. Inhuman sparkle, diamond-cold, like the engagement ring Ladonna kept in the divorce.
As darkness descends, as breath leaves, he hears the purr one last time. “Didn't say I was your fairy godmother, though.”
May all your blues be good ones this weekend! ;-)
|Date:||March 20th, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you, L!
I send you Friday treats (a pint? a pizza? a long breath of spring air, without sneezes afterward) and a hug!
Ooooh, creepy and very nicely done.
Devil's in the details, isn't he?
Happy Friday, dear.
The Devil's in all sorts of details, W_P, absolutely!
Thank you, and a hug and a wish for a lovely Friday for you!
Very nice. (Not nice for the guy, though!) :-)
Jerry isn't...wasn't... a nice guy. ;-)
Thank you, Gwynne, and a gorgeous Friday wished for you!
|Date:||March 20th, 2009 06:31 pm (UTC)|| |
Whoa. Very creepy. Very nicely and subtly done.
|Date:||March 20th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)|| |
And I just want to add that you sure can pack a lot of intensity into very few words.
Thank you. Now, if I could only translate it into a whole short story, I'd be in business... ;-)
Hugs and thanks!
Thank you thank you, A!
In return for your kind words, I wish you a fabulous Friday, with indulgences you adore!
Oooh! *shivers* Very nice! :-)
*hugs* Happy weekend!
Thank you thank you, A! And a happy weekend to you, even if it doesn't start for you until Sunday. ;-)
I saw the wine programme long before I ever saw the car programme and I thought May was a bit of prat to tell you the truth. I've since changed my mind about May but always thought he looked a bit...soft. Last night in the North Pole special as I said before, he was different... Rugged and manly and the beard stubble was a nice touch!
You have reminded me of my Tracy Chapman love. Thank you. I have a video tape around here somewhere of a tour she, Clapton, Sting and Peter Gabriel did in the nineties I think it was; something to do with Nelson Mandela and South Africa. Must dig it out and see if I can get someone to put it on DVD.
Gorgeous. Just bloody gorgeous. [squeeze]
I suspect the first series of Oz & James will in fact be "James the Prat," yes. He is a man of many facets!
I confess that as I get older, I require far less of a hard body in the objects of my admiration. ;-)
Hurrah for your Tracy Chapman love rekindled, and hurrah and thanks for you, L!
I didn't mean bodily because squishy works for me too, I just meant... I dunno, wussy, maybe? Wet to use the English vernacular. He is sharp-witted (sharp tongued too sometimes!) which is always good!
I must find the CD. [squeeze]
Yikes. The hair is particularly creepy.
Twilight DVD comes out tonight- there's a midnight release party and I'm not working it! I thought about feeling guilty, but not for long. ;-)
Re the hair: I'm... either glad or sorry. :-)
And well done, you for not succumbing to unearned guilt! Enjoy your night of freedom, for it is deserved! [hugs]
Hugs and thanks and hugs again, G! Have a wonderful Monday. :-)