#NovemberNotes Day 28/Saturday Mix: ‘Manon’ #fiction #saturdaymix #amwriting


For November Notes Day 28, the song Prompt is “Into the Night” by Beacon. I’m using the the same song title, but by Santana and Chad Krueger, different musicians.


Credit: Patrick Kool


“Into the Night” by Santana and Chad Krueger


The pub was overheated and dim but Sam’s blood felt alive with promise as he sipped his third Corona at the bar. A slim woman wearing red silk floated onto the dance floor and he was struck still. The dancer was gorgeous. A gift from the Heavens.

Sam’s dark eyes held the beautiful dancers blue-green ones and he instantly knew how she felt about him from the widening of her eyes, the simmering gaze held between them. Even as she positioned herself to dance, the woman glanced at him. Then, closing her eyes she whirled, her footwork effortless, and her dancing lively, a dervish to a fast-paced song.

When Sam wasn’t looking, she grabbed his hand insisting he dance with her, entrancing him as she brushed against him with each complicated step. It was three songs before he realized every soul in the room had been keeping time with them, clapping their hands. Sam wasn’t a talented dancer by any means, but the woman in his arms, made his stumbling appear sensuous.

Her long golden hair flew about them unbound as they spun around in circles, the moon gleaming down from windows near the dance floor. Sam spun the woman one last time, lifting her body against him, before the tenth song ended.

“What’s your name?”

“Manon.”

“I’ve never meant a woman as beautiful as you dancing, Manon.”

“Thank you, but I think that’s an overused pick-up line on me, ” she laughed winking at him. “What’s your name?”

“My friends call me Sam.”

Manon smiled. “I’m glad to be your friend, Sam.”

They continued dancing at a slower pace, finally, noticing the couples and groups of friends on the dance floor beside them.

She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. “It’s easy to lose track of time, dancing through the night, singing along with you to the music.”

Sam grinned, “I don’t sing much, but I know the words to the songs.”

Manon brushed her hair back from her smooth face perspiring. After a couple of more songs, she stopped dancing for a a few minutes. Sam left, retrieving some vodka-water limes for them both.

Manon took an indulgent sip and grinned. “You say you know the right words to these songs, but do you know the right words to ask me, next?”

She put down her empty drink and looped her arms around Sam’s neck. They swayed slowly, no room between their bodies but her silk dress and his button down.

Sam inhaled Manon’s jasmine perfume. “I know what I’d like to ask you, Manon. What I’d ask any beautiful woman in my arms, but you’re not just any beautiful woman.”

“You’re saying the right words so far.”

He laughed, “What I was thinking was that maybe I could take you for an early breakfast and we could talk. Then, I could drive you home and you could give me your phone number. After, we could go on date number two in a day or so.”

” I’d love that, Sam. I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask to take me home and stay.”

“Would you have said, yes?”

Manon blushed, ” I’ll never tell,” but Sam knew the truth.

“I want to get to know you, Manon, and this kind of knowing takes more than one night; it’s old-fashioned, I guess.”

Manon’s smile was radiant. “Old-fashioned is new for me. Few men have ever wanted to actually know me or have taken the time before we even, you know.”

Sam chuckled and kissed her knuckles. “Old-fashioned is new for me too and it was there loss, just so you know.

Manon slipped her arm through Sam’s and they strolled off the dance floor laughing about what they both craved for breakfast.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Guardian Angels #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Sunyana – http://www.moipenseive.com

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I marvelled at the set of angel lights at the the beginning of each block, with another set of angels at the end, as I joined my friends at a pub. 

It seemed right these angels should be here, watching over the revelry. As I later walked a block down in the early morning hours to catch a cab, I recalled my thoughts on angels as child. 

Sometimes I had nightmares and I was too afraid to fall asleep. My Mom told me not to worry because God’s angels were always watching over me. Still, I looked to the corners of my room afraid because the corners were the darkest places. 

Eventually, I began to imagine angels were there in these corners guarding me as I slept. If I woke up afraid I’d look to the corners of my bedroom ceiling and feel safe. Sometimes I dreamed I could see these celestial beings watching over me. 

Going home that night in the cab I gazed at the angels made of lights, four of them guarding a street; I hoped the night ended safely for all. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Finish Off Friday’s Flash Fiction: The Good Stranger


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Finish Off Friday’s. This week’s theme is footsteps in the fog.


 

Credit: Phylor – Lorraine

Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. I’d left the pub early that night and was looking forward to being home warm in my bed.

I glanced behind me, hearing footsteps following persistently, wishing I had my black lab Iggy with me.

A large hand landed on my shoulder. Turning around with trepidation, I faced a tall man in a hoody. He raised his hands, trying to tell me he was harmless, then handed me my forgotten gold clutch.

He smiled, “I’m a bouncer at The Clover and I know you’re a regular. I saw you leaving and wanted to return your purse.”

“Thank you so much,” I stuttered trying to shove the ten from my pocket in his hand.

He refused the money insisting on walking me home, telling me about his young family.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction: Still His #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Caden wasn’t sure how he arrived at the park; his feet had walked themselves there. He sat on a park bench feeling empty and worthless. In front of him sat an old Chinese stove, but he gave it little thought. 

He’d lost Caroline for real this times and Caden didn’t know how to get her back. Lyrics from the song playing in the pub as she walked away from him, were on a continuel loop in his mind; she loved that song. He sighed, begging his mind to forget the painful lyrics.

“She’s imperfect but she tries, she is good but she lies. She is hard on herself, she is broken and won’t ask for help. She is messy but she’s kind, she’s is lonely –most of the time. She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie; she is gone but she used to be mine.” 

Caden hadn’t ever felt so low. What did a man do when the woman he thought he’d stay with forever disappeared and wouldn’t talk to him? 

No one seemed to know where Caroline was. He had almost cried in front of her Dad saying he only wanted to apologize and win her back. Caroline’s Dad patted Caden on the back saying,”Things will get better soon.” 

Caden stared at the odd Chinese Stove wondering what its purpose was. He attempted to distract himself with the stove as the lyrics from that damn song floated back to him:

“If I’m honest I know I would give it all back for a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two. For the girl that I knew who’ll be reckless just enough, who’ll get hurt but, who learns how to toughen up when she’s bruised . . . she is gone but she used to be mine.” 

Caden pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block the words out. 

Suddenly, Caroline was standing in front of him, “How did you get here?” He asked her.

She gazed at him, “You look horrible Caden. Did I do that to you?” 

He gasped shocked at seeing her, truly there now sitting beside him. Caden couldn’t hold back, he cried into Caroline’s neck as she stroked his hair; he held onto her tightly. 

“I thought you would never forgive me,” he said. 

“It’s alright,” she crooned to him, “I’m not leaving you ever again.” 

Caroline was still Caden’s girl. 

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Sara Barielles – “She Used to Be Mine” 

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Lyrics from AZlyrics Sara Barielles Lyrics.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction For the Aspiring Writer: ‘The Lady’s Breakast.’


On Whyte Avenue this eclectic bar opened up. The food is delicious and the bar is called: ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’ It’s an interesting name for a pub. Inside you can see a lady riding a horse on an old painting.

Apparently, Felicia was the wife of an accomplished Military Commander. She was the height of fashion in France in her region for a few years.

A man named Edmond Township kidnapped Felicia. They fought terribly and he wouldn’t let her go. Felicia cried when Edmond admitted to her, her husband wouldn’t pay for her safe return.

 Felicia disappeared with Edmond to America. They travelled to Philadelphia and opened up a pub and inn. 

Felicia never understood why each morning, Edmond brought her breakfast in bed as if she were still a Lady. 

She didn’t realize it was out of love until one day he was gone and didn’t return for months. He had been left for dead by robbers and saved by a kindly couple. 

On the day, he arrived back, Felicia threw herself into his arms. She became his wife and inspiration for the owners at a pub called, ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’

 

Etol Bagum
 
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Something To Say This Night


I don’t have a lot to say tonight but I might ramble on a little bit. I find writing a post up at night can sometimes be soothing when you are trying to get to sleep.

I spent Wednesday and Thursday at A’s apartment and gave you a little glimpse of my life there on Thursday. After that post I made chicken wings in the oven with a frying pan since A does not have baking sheets. But the spice A put on them tastes pretty fantastic, so I enjoyed eating them and so did he. He ate them fast so I think that’s a good sign. Around 5:30 pm I got a ride home from A and today was just useless.

I managed to correct my Writing 201 piece where you write about teaching someone about something. I chose: How to Get The Perfect Manicure or Pedicure. It’s posted on my blog. I fixed it this morning only to find that I didn’t fix it enough this afternoon. So now I hope it’s finished. And I’m looking forward to next weeks long form assignment. There are only two weeks left so that means two more assignments. You don’t have to do the assignments for this course but I don’t know about you but I learn better by doing.

So, tomorrow I believe I should start the first section of the open book final I have to do for Proofreading. I hope I can get at least a 75 percent mark on the exam. Also, I’m going out out with A. We are going to go hang out at pub or some bar down Jasper Ave. I want to wear this sparkly gold Lululemon shirt I bought, the only Black Friday purchase I made. It has a very interesting design but I find myself asking: Am I to old to wear Lululemon shirts to the bar? Can anybody really tell the difference? Ordered a couple long sleeved shirts from Lululemon as well later. I had a gift card for part of that. But there will be nothing left there come boxing week so best to get clothing I like now.

I’m sad to miss out on a Christmas Celebration with my ladies at the Druid. My doctor (one of them) moved my appointment up until Monday and my body can’t handle going out on Sunday night and going somewhere Monday. So sad to say, I must pick the doctors since it took half a year to get the appointment. But later in the week I have a good appointment for a manicure and pedicure ( thank you groupon) so that will be good and in between I may finish my final.

Have to get some chocolate for my brother Nathan and his girlfriend too. Not sure where, I guess Purdy’s or Lindt at Shopper’s Drug Mart. I need a couple things from Revlon, so Shopper’s might be a good place to go to first.
I have to stay up until 11 pm tomorrow, that might be hard but that’s when A is coming by so I think for now I’ll sleep.

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