Late Night Liaison


I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself

There she is; I'd recognize those eyes, that smile, the laugh that can melt steel.

Her eyes met me from across the room and I knew something serious was on her mind. It was foreboding and exciting at the exact same time.

She walked over to me with a strut that spoke to her confident character. Everyone in the bar turned to watch her. She just had that kind of swagger.

She sat down in the booth on the same side as me. A bold move indeed, but so her in its essence.

The waiter came over and she softly said "Captain Morgan, on the rocks." She meant business, for sure.

Her head turned towards me, then away, like she didn't want to let on.

"I think this is working," she finally said. "I think this is working well, these late night liaisons."

I was relieved.

"But, I think it's time." I immediately froze.

"Time to take it further." I immediately unfroze and sighed with relief.

She looked me in the eyes and I became a puddle of her will.

"I think it's time" she said with a confidence I didn't have.


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I would love to see this tweeked as a poem. the first 4 or 5 lines have a wonderful cadence to them.

Time for what though? Will it be straight forward or some kind of a twist? A fun place for the story to end.

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