I hope you all have been enjoying the GRL Featured Blog Tour this year. We at Prism have been honored to be a part of it! As part of our #TeamPrism countdown to GRL I issued a challenge to the authors who have visited us throughout the year on the tour. Some couldn’t participate, but many took the challenge. I gave them each the same prompt and asked them to write a flash fic of 500 words, give or take a few hundred.
A Dark and Stormy Night by Chris Cox
I did it again. Gave into temptation and gave it all up. My body. My soul. My dignity.
The first thing to go had been my sanity. The rest had been easy. So very easy. Like the palm that had ghosted over my spine. The fingers that had threaded through my hair. The pillow that had filled my mouth as I screamed with frustration and then with release and then with anger,despair, and the blackest of sadness.
It should have been hard. He would laugh at the double entendre if I were to say it aloud. But I wasn’t in the laughing mood.
Very purposely, I reached up and pinched my sensitive nipple, digging in. Pain would scatter my thoughts and make me focus beyond my regrets.
He wouldn’t want me to hurt. He would be especially disappointed to know the pain was self-inflicted. But what did I care what he thought? He’d had no care for me when he’d hurt himself.
Begging him to stay had only made him more determined to go, as if giving in to me challenged his machismo. As if he had something to prove to me. As if staying the night would be a commitment to staying forever.
Damn it all to hell and back.
I knew, with each breath I continued to draw in and expel, that I would now be stuck with him through eternity. The memory of his touch, of his scent,taste,voice, and smile. They would find me in a stranger’s laugh or his mother’s comforting hug or a cup of Earl Grey tea wafting its steam my way.
Or, most vivid of all, on a stormy night like the one I woke up to only a few minutes ago. As lightning pops outside my window, I can see flashes of him in my bed, waiting for me to return to him, waiting for me to beg him again. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Stay.
But he never does. He can’t, he tells me. He and I, we’re not meant to be.
Lightning strikes again and I close my eyes against the image of him, naked, sprawled across my bed, so beautifully naked and confident and wanting. He lifts his head, grins at me, asks, one more for the road, pretty boy?
Just like I did that night, I tell him, no. Go. Leave me. Don’t hurt me anymore.
Then I slide down the wall, the weight of it all too heavy to hold any longer.
I try, so very hard, to whisper goodbye.
But I can’t. I can’t even make the thought in my head much less make the words form on my lips.
Instead, I touch them with the pad of my finger, the way he touched them. Crawl to the bed on hands and knees. I bury my face in the pillow that smells of him. I run my hands along the curve of my hip, tracing the bone that he knew was so very sensitive. I groan into the words I hear him sigh into my ear.
Knowing this time I may not make it back, I let go of reality. Again.
About the Author
Writing is one of those things I must do because it’s who I am. Reading is one of those things I’m grateful you do, especially when you’re reading one of my stories!
Having the freedom to write about issues that matter, as well as to write about loving relationships, gives my muse great pleasure.
I write short stories, novellas and novels about Louisiana boys in love.
The Bayou Boys series is set around New Orleans, in my home state of Louisiana where I live and love.
I hang out on facebook a lot. Find me there, www.facebook.com/chriscoxwrites
Get notified about my newest release by signing up for my very infrequent newsletter on my websites, www.chriscoxwrites.com or go to any of my books on this site, look right and click the link where you want Amazon to notify you when I have new stories published.
Author Tour Stops:
|J. P. Barnaby||23-May|
|Jamie Lynn Miller||11-Sep|
As part of the countdown to GRL, one lucky commenter on the #TeamPrism Flash Fiction posts will win a $25 All Romance eBooks Gift card!
Contest ends 25 Oct 2014 at 11:59pm CDT. Must be 18 or old, void where prohibited.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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