There's something about the music tonight that makes me look at you differently. There are many people about, all lost in the pulsing beats, moving hypnotically - all but you. You don't feel it or see it because you can't understand, you can't lose control. This is my challenge. The lights are dim in the club, and most of the throng has moved closer to the...
Faye heard the music just after midnight. It was soft and lilting. She thought it might be a harp, but when she listened harder, it seemed to be a flute. She couldn't tell where it came from; anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. She sat up in the bed, stretching, and listened intently. Beside her, sprawled over most of the bed, was her husband. Jeff was still a g...
Jody got more excited than the men she danced for sometimes, she was a flirt she loved the reactions she could extract from a man. Married or not old or young, did not matter she knew her stuff. Jody had dance at Rudy's place for nearly 3 years now. When she looked back at herself when she first started she hardly recognized what she recalled. Naïve, bashfu...
III One week after her awakening, Tracy Tomlinson was discharged from the hospital. Todd Wakeman and the two medical students visited with Tracy that morning, rode down with her in the elevator and walked with her to her mother's car. It might have been an emotional parting but for one simple fact: Tracy Tomlinson now appeared devoid of any and all emotion....
Edited by Red Martha. In "Joanne's Metamorphosis" my male protagonist was a successful writer of country music; I've only borrowed a sliver or two from that story theme. My musical tastes are eclectic; I enjoy classical, jazz, blues, classic rock, alternative rock and country---pretty much anything other than gangsta' rap. My son reintroduced me to country...
I have always loved the stars. On a clear night, like that night, I can watch the universe in its slow eternal dance. Sometimes, as I sit and watch the light from distant suns, I wonder where she is, how she is doing. I will never know what really happened that night. I will never understand who, or what, she was. I will never see her again I fear, but somet...
Spring is always a time of hope and renewal. This had been the first time Janet had sat down at the piano since Tom had gone. It was like she had been in denial, afraid to play the melodies that had once so enraptured him, lest her emotions got the better of her and the awful pain of loneliness would consume her once again. He so used to enjoy her playing....
I Tracy Tomlinson walked down the stairs as quietly as she could. She slipped into the kitchen like a shadow and put on coffee, then walked outside and down the driveway; she groped around in the dark for the newspaper, nearly tripped over a football when she bent over to pick-up the plastic wrapped paper. It was still too dark out to see the headlines, but...
The club is packed with people enjoying the night. The music rages on and on, the dancefloor is packed with people paying worship to the DJ. The beat of the music is hypnotic as I watch you dance. The song seems endless and you move with every beat. I lay my drink on the counter and walk towards you, moving through the throngs of people to where you are movi...
The ceiling fan whirs overhead, stirring the heavy humid air. Idle thoughts fill my mind as I linger on the damp sheets, my long blond hair splayed out on the pillow about my face. The light cotton batiste gown clings to my skin revealing the curve and swell of my breasts while I stare at the ceiling. The strains of music filter in through the open windows,...