Danny’s back pulsed and ached. Pain like fire raced through his lower back and centered in his shoulder blades and neck. He had spent the day hauling wood chips for his cabin.
Strolling inside, he sorted through the mail, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back, praying the sharp pains would cease.
Anne peered up from the kitchen stove. “You have all the wood chips hauled into the shed?”
“Yeah, we’re set until summer. I pulled some muscles, though.”
“Hmmm, did you stretch before?”
“It’ll be fine after a hot shower.”
Anne rolled her eyes. “I hope so. You always make fun of my yoga, but it gives me flexibility and stretches my soar muscles. You should try a short video tonight.”
She flipped through the saved videos on the Youtube app on her phone, pausing at ‘Yoga for Back Pain.’ She handed Danny her phone. “Do this video and you’ll feel much better.”
“It’s fine, really.” He kissed Anne’s cheek, setting down her phone.
The next morning Danny attempted to get up, but he couldn’t raise himself into a sitting position, not even a reclined one. Whenever he tried, fiery pain shot through his entire back and shoulders.
Anne gazed at him half-awake, before sitting up. She guided his arms, upper back, and shoulders in ‘yogesque’ movements. The burning pain lessened with a few clicks and snaps as she stretched out his torso.
When his lower back cracked into place, Danny moaned. He sat up, than stood with ease.
Splaying out on her side of the bed, Anne closed her eyes. “Now that your back is good, you can make us both breakfast. I deserve breakfast in bed.”
For OctPoWriMo 28 I can’t get onto the website at the moment. Perhaps it’s because I am so far behind? Instead, I’ll just be using the Sunday Writing Prompt of Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie based on fake band names including: Squirrel Nut Zippers, GoGo Penguins, Abstract Evil Barbie, Bimbo Toolshed, The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time, Reign of Frogs, Devil with Cheese, Stop Calling Me Frank, Loudmouth kitten, and Kissyfoot.
Scattered in vivacious colors, a thousand was not enough, but would’ve a thousand paper cranes healed you, done anything? I guess they weren’t for you, they were for me, to keep my hands busy as your eyes glassed over and the pain meds kicked in; they stopped me from crying out from asking, why you didn’t even try to heal, for you, for me. I leaned over your bedside the paper cranes around us and you gave me a half grin with your dimpled cheek, somehow there when all other reserves of flesh were gone; then you were gone before I could memorize your last smile.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday!
Everything had to be perfect. Kayla didn’t want this to be a one time affair. It was 1:00 p.m., and Tye had awoken hearing noises in Kayla’s kitchen.
He lumbered in, taking a seat at the island where Kayla had prepared a tray with ‘hair of the dog.’
“Morning Tye, you probably have a killer hang over at your age,” Kayla teased.
Tye drank both drinks from the tray. “Feeling much better now. Where’s your brother? Did he crash here too?”
“We, no Tye, it was just us. Christian stayed at Mimi’s last night.”
“He’s a lucky guy. Mimi’s a fine woman.”
Kayla frowned, “What about last night? Aren’t you a ‘lucky guy’ too, Tye?”
“What about it?”
“Does it mean anything to you? You told me you loved me.”
Tye was silent, “From the moment I saw you in that short black dress . . . I don’t remember much. I drank a lot. It can’t mean anything, Kayla, even if I’ve always had a thing for you. You’re Christian’s sister, he’d kill me.”
“Not if you actually loved me. If you felt the way I feel about you.”
“Doesn’t matter –”
“It does matter because I’m twenty eight-years old, a grown woman. If last night meant nothing, just say it. Because I’m damn sure you’re lying when you say you don’t remember.”
Tye rubbed his face his eyes dazed. He lumbered back to the bedroom and began dressing.
He wouldn’t look at her and Kayla confronted him, catching him off guard. She pushed him hard and kept pushing, attempting to get a reaction from Tye when he grabbed both her hands holding her still.
“I’ve loved you since I was fourteen. You may have not loved me then, but I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me since I turned twenty-five. You like me a lot and you know it,” Kayla cried.
She struggled, but Kye wouldn’t let go of her hands. He pressed his lips to hers, brushing them back and forth before pulling back. “This can’t happen again, Kayla. You know that, I’m engaged.”
” Lisa doesn’t love you. You don’t owe that harpy anything.”
“I do owe it to her, we’ve been together five years.”
Tyler brushed his thumb against her lips and let go of Kayla. He left her bedroom to put on his dress shoes at the front door. “I wish I could be with you. But Lisa’s pregnant. If I don’t marry her she’ll never let me see my daughter, ever.”
Kayla blanched. She tried not to burst into a crying jag as she held her throat feeling her breath constrict. She gazed at Tye, “Please tell me I wasn’t just some girl you slept with.”
“I wasn’t that drunk, Kayla. I lied. Last night meant the world, but that’s why we have to both forget it.”
The door shutting echoed long after Tye left. Tears dripped down her cheeks as Kayla sat on the floor, a ferocious pain eating her alive inside as she wept.