They were cuddling on the bed with barely their underwear on, eyes gazing at each other, fingers grazing each other’s skin as they slowly smiled. Contented. Sated. Loved. “Hi,” he softly whispered. “Hi, yourself,” she whispered back. He then leaned towards her and gave her the softest of kisses on her lips. She responded, slowlyContinue reading “First Night”
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Seulement Vous (A Short Story)
She was clutching an old, ratty teddy bear close to her chest, while she was browsing through her phone reading about current events and news on her Fox News app. She tightened her hold on said teddy bear when she read about a recent act of terrorism in the French Alps, her beautiful face contortingContinue reading “Seulement Vous (A Short Story)”
One Sweet Dusk
This was originally written back in 2007 after my husband (then boyfriend) proposed to me. He knew I loved the beach so this little short was inspired by what he did for me then. 🙂 I re-wrote it and changed some items in it just to keep it updated. What do you think? 🙂 =========================Continue reading “One Sweet Dusk”
He Was…
He was the first person I saw among the throng of people inside the bus. He was looking outside the window, his forehead on it, lost in thought. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes depicted loneliness. An aloneness that could only come from somewhere deep within. Sadness that couldn’t be reached unless coaxed out. ThereContinue reading “He Was…”
Puff. Puff. Swig.
She was trembling that night. As she silently padded her way from her bedroom to the balcony of her condo, she was trembling. Slowly, she got out her cigarette pack from her back pocket and placed down a bottle of half-consumed red wine beside her as she sat down on her patio chair. She litContinue reading “Puff. Puff. Swig.”
In my dreams…
…we are happy. Extremely. Like no-care-in-the-world happy. And when I wake up and reality strikes, we are not. We’re just…. Fine. And I don’t know if that’s supposed to be ok or not. I’m always waiting for my subconscious to take over (despite my insomnia) because I can again let loose myself in myContinue reading “In my dreams…”
Ruth Medina-Ilasco 