On The Other Side of the Atlantic {The Speakeasy: Yeah Write}

Marco reread the words as they popped up on his phone, uncertain of what to believe.

Thinking back to the parking lot, where he’d watched Kimmy and the man he only recognized from pictures, exit the movie theater. Her hands  fumbled with small white pieces of papers when David had gently lifted her face and found her mouth with his.

She’d kissed him back.

so lost in trying to forget the memory of his fiance  kissing her old lover he never felt the unexpected approach until a slender hand cupped his shoulder and he felt a sinking deep in his stomach.


Marco shifted as she took the seat next to him, her fingers fluttering against his knee.

” Marco.” Daniela purred.


Marco followed her lead, kissing one cheek and then the other, with her breath near his ear. “It’s been a long time, Amore mio.”

Marco nodded and removed her hand, “A long time.”

“Si, Tesoro, but we have fond memories.”

Daniela wrapped in a sheet,  channeling an exotic black fox with her silky dark hair making a fan against the white of the pillow, her eyes shining in the afterglow of her orgasm.

 “Che e`stato fantastastico, ” she purred as rolled away from him.

Marco reached across the bed to circle her waist,  still wanting her. She twisted, her hair falling over both of them as she kissed him, then pulled away.

“Please stay.”

“I can’t.”

 “Dani?” he pleaded, standing to go to her.

“You knew the arrangement, Marco.” Daniela tittered as  she slipped a skirt up her bronzed thighs.  She turned to him, coming just close enough for her bare chest to graze his and placed  one perfectly polished fingertip to his lips, “We are, how you say, ‘just friends’ and it’s getting complicated for me.  I must go.”

“I love you Dani.” he said to her back as she finished getting dressed .When the soft silk blouse was tucked and adjusted she pulled a designer bag to her shoulder.

“I know, baby,”  She paused, “And for this I am so very sorry.”

As an afterthought she faced him, brushing a kiss onto his unshaven cheek. The door’s lock clicked into place just as his heart fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still as it shattered inside his chest.

Marco came back to Dani’s face, tipped and grinning at him.

“You were remembering us making love, no?”

“I was remembering the day you left.”

“Ah, storia antica, Marco.  It’s ancient history!.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

He took her in, here in the Naples airport.

“Running again, dolce fiore?”

Dani smiled at his use of the nickname, lifting her enormous brown eyes to his, “Nico and I are done.”

“Does he know?”

“Yes, I think. He will be sure when he returns to our room.”

Before he could answer she tiled her head and asked, “Cosi, il mioamore, and where is the blonde fiancé?”

“On her way.”

“Aw. Well, a romantic tour of Positano then?”

“Of course.” Marco answered, teasing her, “Jealous Bella?”

“Oh please uomo sciocco !” Her laugh dismissive.  “ Yet. We were good together, no?”

“You broke my heart Daniela and now Nico’s.”

“I needed to. I am not, how you say, ‘ a one man woman’?”

Marco just smiled and touched her elbow, “Well then you better get going before you miss your plane. We’ll look forward to seeing you at our wedding back in New York?”

Daniela flashed a wicked grin as she stood up, “Ah yes, well it will be nice to see your mother. Ciao, lover.”

Marco got to his feet allowing his cheek to graze hers. She winked at him,  turned on her heel and he watched her stride away until she was gone.

Marco sank back in the plastic chair and picked up his blackberry, opening the message he’d been reading before Daniela interrupted his thoughts.

He allowed his eyes to settle on the picture of Kimmy, waving and standing near a ticket counter in JFK and the words she’d sent across the Atlantic below it.

Stay in Italy Marco, I’m on my way. 





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Decisions, Decisions {Yeah Write Speakeasy} (Kimmy and David Chapter 13)

“Hey Lize, can you hand me my black shoes?”

Liza grunted.

“I guess I could be a bit more specific.” Kimmy agreed, flashing a mischievous smile.

Liza snorted.

They caught each other’s eyes in the mirror and the snort turned to giggles, until laughter rushed over both of them like a dam opening.

After surviving two long days nursing Kimmy’s mini-meltdown and watching  a marathon of movies like “Love in The Time of Cholera”  Liza was  as usual,  eager to facilitate her best friend’s reentry into the world.

“Shoot, I have to be at the courthouse in 30 minutes. I really should get my ass moving.”

“Well, I must say, your ass looks good girlfriend.”

“‘The cry your heart out diet” Kimmy nodded, admiring her rapidly shrinking backside in the mirror, “Who says indecision and depression are bad for you?”

“So. Shoes?” Liza inquired.

“Yep. Black ones.” Kimmy nodded.

“Well that doesn’t exactly narrow it down, Kimber, you own 30 pairs of black shoes”.

“34.” Kimmy corrected, winking.

“Ok, 34. So which ones?”

Kimmy turned to the glass to straighten her skirt, “I’m not sure.”

A unwelcome cloud of uncertainty filled the room, but Kimmy shook her head, dispelling it.

“Here, help me pick.”

Liza couched down inside Kimmy’s overstuffed closet and started grabbing at the racks.

“How about these?” Holding up a black pump with a 3 inch stiletto.

Kimmy bit her bottom lip. “Too sexy.”

“These?”  Liza swung a pair of Mary Jane platforms in front of her.

“Not sexy enough.” Kimmy tsked  screwing up her face, “Geez, I’m not a nun, yet, Lize.”

“Well you need to choose or compromise now, because we need to get the hell out of here before you miss your train.”

As if to prove her point Liza started flinging black shoes at Kimmy.

Flats, clogs, high heels, pumps, strappy sandals, and even a pair of long forgotten flip flops sailed past Kimmy’s head in an ebony cloud.

Ducking she shouted, “Ouch. That hurt! No! Not those. Liza! Put those back on the rack! Oooh maybe these. Or these.”

Kimmy grabbed two different shoes.

Using her index finger as a shoehorn she eased her left foot into a shiny snakeskin peep toe that was about 2 ½ inches high, she felt her calf stretch with the lift.

Then she slipped the toes of her right foot between the straps of a platform cork wedge, the muted black of the leather crisscrossing her toes, complimenting her shell pink nails. She pulled the back strap and settled it on her ankle.

She turned to inspect each one and saw at once, both would compliment this outfit. The peep toe was classic and businesslike; the wedge was classy and understated.

Just like the two men she had choose between. Both of them would fit into her life.

Suddenly the cold dark uneasiness she’d felt for the past week began to creep back into her chest. Staring at her shoes, she was convinced, once more, that you can love two things, two people, for completely different reasons, and want them both.

Liza had gotten her off the couch but it was going to take more than a shower and some makeup to move her past this.

“Liza, what do you think?”

“I like both pairs, it’s like each one is perfect with that skirt”

“You’re right. They both belong.”

Liza looked  up and realized they weren’t talking about shoes anymore.

Kimmy’s cell chimed with a message. Her heart clenched as she read Marco’s words; ” ItalyA breakI only want what’s best for you.”

She ripped one shoe off and found the match for the one she  was still standing in.

Grabbing her bag and rushing toward the door, she yelled, “Lize c’mon! Change of plans.”

A startled Liza followed behind, shouting questions in a squeaky worried voice, but Kimmy ignored her and punched the button for the elevator over and over willing it to come as she formulated a plan.

Maybe a choice had (finally) been made for her and for the first time in months, she felt like it was the right one.

Yep, the rightness eclipsed every mistake made along the way.


 Yeah Write Speakeasy:


  • You must include the following sentence as the LAST line in your submission: “The rightness eclipsed every mistake made along the way.”
  • Reference the media prompt here. 
  • Must be less than 750 words



This is part of my ongoing fiction series: The Love Story of Kimmy & David. 

For the rest of the story, click their tab at that top of my blog.

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