Samantha died on April 26, 2019. It was shocking to her family and friends. She hadn’t even been ill, seriously or otherwise. The coroner ruled it was natural causes. His department had run all kinds of tests to rule out foul play. Nothing was remotely shady. Samantha just expired. That seemed odd for she was only 25 years old. He obviously couldn’t figure out exactly why she had died. Amateur.
And then her supernatural apparition appeared to me.
How on earth did Samantha know that I would find the one thing that would kill her and not leave any clues?
There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!” Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad. Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.
“What a stroke of luck,” spying my keys and finding a stamp too! I easily bent down to retrieve them, but my knees made me grunt and wail straightening up. The pain shot up quickly until I was level again. I held on tight to the side rail on the back stairs. Then a flash of fear coursed through my body, adding to my phobia of going down staircases. I pressed on, regardless. I couldn’t keep my waiting fans in the wind outside. Theapplause of the mass awaiting me overruled any fears.
I saw smoke in the mirror andthe electric stage in the back watching the people sway to the beat on the dance floor. Some might come to a clash what with all the elbowing going on in that tight group. My sexy waiter removed the cork, very sensual-like against the jazz sounds coming from the band. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. This jive turkey flashed a big grin, thinking he could pluck me away. I decided to empower or at least encourage him by flashing back my big fake grin.
Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.
Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.
I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.
This hack thought highly of himself, but in reality, anotherknow-it-all safe in our midst. But he couldn’t roll with us. He couldn’t even act his way through this job credibly — time to cut ties, scratch this loser. We finished and headed out.
The pain in my hands was intense as I continued to burrow away from the job in our make-shift tunnel.
Outside, the hail was coming down fast. It felt likeacid hitting us. Pay-backs for doing a dirty deed? The pain wasjusticefor committing the robbery when you tamper with the natural order – Karma.
The exotic dancer sashays across the room in her feathery and sensual costume. Oh, I will never tire of watching her! Shame to say goodbye, but changes in my schedule forced me to leave her. It makes me want to scream! Before I catch my next flight, though, I absolutely must devour some food and take my prescribed pill quickly, or I will surely die from malnutrition. That’s what happens when I letmy fantasies take over. Maybe I should take a quick steam bath too? Would probably make this scrawny body of mine perk right up.
We were so grateful the sun finally began dipping behind the mountain range. The heat dissipated some even though it cast a hazy, burnt atmosphere around us. The clouds above us spread out an undulating, wavy pattern. Wrestling coyotes, wrangling with wild horses, evading snakes – what a daymare this had been!
As we lay on the riverbank, after escaping all those perils, we realized what a predicament this had become. Exhaustion was quickly setting in alongside the fear. Making matters even worse; all our gear and supplies had floated away. The situation had become life or death. What a nightmare.
The spray tan had transferred to the wrap I was wearing. It had stained the material right below the scar on my chest where I had tied it. Oh well. Regardless, I still shimmy just fine as I turn the corner, walking sexy-like towards the lift.
I decided to call my mother at dawn. She had a fit when I told her about the stain. Hope she doesn’t try to choke me when I get home. She was evil like that. I call her a sham mom because real moms wouldn’t shellout beatings on their kids as she does.