“Leave me alone! ” Allie shrank from Mike’s touch.
Mike put his hands more firmly on Allie’s shoulders this time and pulled her back to him. “No, Allie, you owe me an explanation.”
“The hell I do! ” Allie hollered, pulling away again from Mike. She gave him a look that said loud and clear, “Touch me again and I’m calling 9-1-1.”
Mike got it. He just stood there, looking hurt. He backed a respectable distance away and asked, “You would forfeit our love for something that’s nothing but a memory in your head?”
“Love? ” Allie asked, screwing up her face in disbelief. She shook her head, like to clear cobwebs. “That’s not how it is, Mike.”
“How is it?” Mike countered, “Please. Tell me how it is!”
Allie’s voice softened, and she said wistfully, sweetly, “It’s about being true to myself. Mike, you’re a great guy and I could marry you and stay with you until you started shopping for a twenty-year-old trophy wife when I hit fifty. But it wouldn’t be real. I understand now that I want real or nothing.”
Mike was incensed. He yelled at Allie, “But this guy! This guy…this Tony person that you say you do have real feelings for! You had a one-night stand with him and then he never returned your phone calls or your e-mails! Don’t you get it? All he wanted was a one-time piece of ass!”
Allie smiled. She thought, “Piece of ass, my ass! That was my blaring example of how it should be.” In her mind, she began to go over every detail of her night with Tony…
She was in New York City on business, having drinks and dinner with clients, talking about VoIP, IP PBX, and IP trunking services solutions, and there he was by himself at a table finishing dinner, getting up, and oh my god, all five foot eleven of his gorgeous self… She could feel the pull of him from across the room.
Allie had hurried to excuse herself from her clients, from the table, to go to the powder room. She was too shy to speak to Tony, so she just passed by him and allowed her arm to whisper, “I want you”, as it brushed the sleeve of his jacket. She put a little extra into her walk and finished her uneventful, disappointing trip into the restroom.
He hadn’t said a word! She thought to herself, “He wasn’t attracted to me! He probably just left the place and didn’t even notice me!” She’d just stood there in the restroom at the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror until her face became a blur. Until something in her told her to go back out there, just go! And when she did, there he was standing in the waiting area looking at a magazine. He looked up at her. She didn’t plan on walking toward him. It just happened.
“Hello,” he’d said tenderly with interest in his voice.
“Hi,” she’d said. And that’s all she could have said.
Voices weren’t necessary anyway. Their eyes said the important things. The rest was arranging a tryst later that evening. The rest was to entwine themselves in lovemaking so high, so dreamlike, so unforgettable…
Mike grew impatient. “Allie? ”
“Oh… Ahhh… I think that Tony must never have gotten my messages…”
Mike looked at her, incredulous. Then he yelled, “Jesus! What is it going to take to wake you up from dreamland?”
Allie smiled at Mike, then looked off away and said, “Not you…”
“Frozen in Time” http://flickr.com/photos/moopinator/2429584237/in/set-72157604618981645/, is from Mystic Ink’s Flickr photostream at http://flickr.com/photos/moopinator/. This guy is incredible! His photos are incredible! Go, if you’re a photo buff! Check them out : )
Missalister’s “3WW—Dreamland,” copyright © 2008, was spun off the 3WW prompts, “entwine, forfeit, tryst.” Click here to find other participants’ work in this week’s 3WW.