Wow - Song Bird - Choose Your Own Adventure ..........

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 17: This week, we are going with Karen's idea for an open choice week. So take a look at the old writing exercises (you can find them listed in my sidebar: WoW Writing Exercises), find one you'd like to try (or retry!) and link it up to the linky below. Short and simple instructions this week. If time is an issue perhaps you would like to try one of the 5 minute stream of consciousness exercises. 




Last week I wrote about one of the men who had been an influence on Rock Chicks life, but it wasn't the first post I wrote for the prompt.


That was about someone else .......






Fast forward just under a year from the last post ...........




"Rose Tinted Glasses"

“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.”

She turned off the TV just as the familiar theme tune started to play and the credits began to roll.


It’s true what they say she thought tapping the remote against her chin as she pondered on the events that had just been played out before her.

Sometimes real life does reflect drama, or is it the other way around?

She cast her mind back to the first time she had seen him.

She felt like she already knew him. She already knew he was going to be so very important to her.

She got there a little early.  After all, he had come all this way to see her, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable in a strange place.

She thought she’d feel more nervous but she was calm other than the small fluttering of anticipation deep inside.

She smiled as she thought of the scene earlier at home.

She had known exactly what she was going to wear.

 It might be February but the dress was still perfect.  Shades of deep blue, Flirty, it touched and skimmed. The handkerchief hemline ending several inched above her knee. Worn with high suede heels and sheer stockings, a cashmere shrug covering her shoulders and arms against the chill of the evening.

“Mum, I can see the tops of your stockings”.  She turned to survey her back view in the mirror. Damn, damn, damn! The cut of the hemline revealed the tell tale edge of lace as she walked.  

There was no time to think, she had to go now or she would be late!  Letting the dress slide to the floor she stepped out of the puddle of blue kicked off the high heels and unclipped her stockings.  Pulling on a pair of favourite jeans a plain white tee shirt and a brown suede jacket she zipped up the long chocolate brown boots and grabbed her bag.

He was late.......  

The minutes ticked by, every sound was intensified. The scraping of a bar stool. Sounds from the kitchen. The chink of ice in her glass.  


Her phone buzzed making her jump. His name flashing up on the screen  “I’m here, where are you”?

She looked around in confusion, her view of the door was unimpeded, surely she couldn’t have missed him.

“Where exactly are you” she asked. “ I’m standing outside the Market House”.  Suddenly the confusion cleared and she laughed.  “I’m in the Moat House” she replied, “stay exactly where you are, I’ll come and find you”.

It was only much later that he confessed how nervous he had been.  They sat side by side on the huge cream sofa in the gallery overlooking the bar below.  Their bodies turned slightly towards each other, knees almost touching.

Slowly, slowly, they got to know each other, sharing, smiling, learning, laughing.

Later, as they walked under the archway through the cobbled street a man passing by called out, “she’s way out of your league mate”.  Neither of them said a word both suppressing a smile at his drunken comment.  They would laugh about it later..... Was it true .........?

They sat side by side again. This time on a wooden pew. Drinks untouched in front of them.  Talking with more ease, still  laughing. 


Knowing that this was just the start.  


The start of something that could ... if they let it ... last a lifetime....

She turned towards him, her face alight with laughter. He studied her silently.  Gradually the laughter faded and became something else.  He moved closer. Their breath mingled.  His lips touched hers, softly at first,exploring the contours of her mouth gently and then more insistently. The world shrank to that moment in time .......

They shared a taxi. Dropping her at home first, he opened his door and got out. Wanting this last opportunity to touch her, to kiss her as she left.

"I’ll call you he said". 


She knew he would.

Logging on to Facebook she smiled as she typed, ‘the mark of a great evening is not having to remove your makeup because the tears of laughter have already done it for you’.



She thought he understood how fragile her heart was. 


She had thought he would keep it safe .......