Chuck's prompt this week is interestingly hard... I had to think about it. 'It starts with a Bang!' There's so many different types, styles and ways a Bang happens... and this is my interpretation of it.
Our fingers touched
as we sat on the lounge the Sports Channel showed the boxing and I noticed one
of them was a leftie, saying he’d win… and BANG!... the emotions, the feelings
we’ve had for each other over the last decade – since the last we dated (tried
to date) came rushing back like a tidal wave.
It was intense…
...we could feel it fill the huge living room as our shoulders moved toward each other and our palms pressed hard…
...the warmth of his hand in mine – wonderful it finally felt to know he likes being this close to me.
...we could feel it fill the huge living room as our shoulders moved toward each other and our palms pressed hard…
...the warmth of his hand in mine – wonderful it finally felt to know he likes being this close to me.
His brown eyes
connected with mine and he smiled, “Hey…”
“Hey you…” I smiled
back leaning my forehead against his, his right hand touching my cheek softly,
gently… oh… I’ll never forget that first caress of this man I’ve admired from
afar and yet didn’t have the courage to approach – to tell him I really,
totally, absolutely…
He tipped my chin up
with his fingertips and…
We were out of
breath…
Our emotions finally
being realised about each other… our unrequited love…
The boxing had
finished and there was a fishing show on. The left-handed boxer had won all
four rounds; just like I said he would. But the Sports Channel is just a noise in
the background as we…
… stare at each
other on the lounge… holding each other close, not wanting this moment – this day,
this afternoon – to finish.
My phone rang. I
ignored its distant annoying Queen song (‘It’s A Kinda Magic’) in my bag right
next to me… as the world of his living room and his rental house vanished and
our little universe that was us – the one that began with a BIG BANG of its
very own – was all that existed… for now. He watched me as my phone dinged that
a text came through (which I ignored as well), “We’ve known each other for how
long?”
I smiled, “Over a
decade.”
He smiled too, as
though what I did was contagious, “Yeah, and whenever we tried to get together…
it was never the right time.” We untangled ourselves from each other and he
played with my hands – my nails being a fascination to him as he glanced over, “Oh,
fuck it, let’s date. If we wait too long…”
I smiled, “…we’ll be
two old farts in a nursing home not knowing who’s who and wishing we’d done
this sooner when we do know each other.”
He laughed kissing
my right hand, “Yeah!”
The sun was bright
when he finally walked me to my car… yes, mid-afternoon.
I had arrived in the
morning…
I had opened the car
door, tossed my jacket and handbag into the passenger side and pushed the keys
into the ignition, then turned to see him smiling, “What?”
“Nothin’.” He pulled
me close, kissed me gently, softly again, “You’re beautiful.”
I didn’t know what
to say, so said nothing except pulled him closer, “You’re handsome.”
“Oh come on…”
I looked up at him, “I
mean it.”
He smiled again,
leaned down and kissed me more.
Wiz Bang! I’m in
love!
