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.

Dani.

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

” Marco.” Daniela purred.

“Daniela.”

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.

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 Yeah Write Speakeasy:

Prompt:

  • 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. 

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The Space Between: The Love Story of Kimmy & David: Chapter 12 {Write on Edge}

 

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Nico unzipped his wetsuit and peeled the material from his body, allowing the early morning sun to dry his skin.  Running a soft towel he’d pilfered from the beach cart on his way down to the rocks through his damp black curls, he realized with sudden clarity that his affair with Daniela was (finally and almost certainly)  over.

A sense of relief flooded his senses as he grabbed his stuff and started up the stone stairs toward the center of town. He’d been feeling the pull of both the bull and the bear for a few weeks now, his brain itching to calculate and manipulate numbers, his neck missing the silken noose of a Windsor knot. For as sweet and sensual as their time had been, Dani (even a tipsy and naked Dani) would never hold his attention the way the floor of the exchange could.

Nico reached the top of the stairs, heading toward the hotel to pack and book a flight back to New York City before he had time to change his mind, when his phone hummed with an instrumental version of Volare that Dani had insisted he download.

He mentally reminded himself to delete it as he answered.

Ciao

“Nico! Enjoying your sabbatical?”

“Marco! Fratello!!”

Marco’s chuckle traveled across the Atlantic to Nico who instantly became even more homesick.

Cavolo! How the hell are you Marco?”

“I’m good, but Mom misses you. I think it’s probably the stock tips.”

Vaffaculo!” Nico shot back, settling into the easy banter of twins.

“Ah I see Dani is teaching you all the important phrases” Marco tossed back with Nico catching the hitch in his brother’s voice and familiarity as he said her name before he cleared his throat and shot back, “and you can go fuck yourself too.”

“It’s nice to see nothing changes with us, Marco.” Nico chuckled and then remembered his brother’s impending nuptials. “So how is our Kimmy?”

His brother hesitated a fraction of a second too long, “She’s why I’m calling Nic, Kim’s been talking to David.”

Words got stuck in Nico’s throat at the sound of the name. “Just talking?” he asked.

“I saw him kiss her in a parking lot last week.”

“Oh that ragazza sciocca, silly, silly girl.” Nico said more to himself than Marco. “but…”

Marco’s sighed, “She kissed back. More than once.”

Nico let a long low whistle pass between their cell phones, “When should I expect you?”

“I’m already here, at the airport in Naples.”

“Ah, and Kimmy?”

“Well for now, she obviously needs a little time and I need some distance.”

Nico nodded as if Marco could see him, “I’m on my way.”

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“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
~Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

and a continuation of my WIP:
The Love Story of Kimmy & David

Last Season’s Love? {Trifecta} {Chapter 11: The Love Story of Kimmy & David}

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Nico stood with his toes hugging the edge of the cliff.

Taking in the glorious sunrise of Positano this “land of a thousand steps” was more beautiful than any place he’d ever seen.

Arms pinned at his side, he pushed off in a rush of air,  executing a perfect pencil dive. Nico plummeted nine feet, past jagged rocks and hidden stone crevices, hoping the babychain hadn’t lied.

Pure ecstasy, mixed with exhilaration and fear as he surfaced.

Swimming leisurely to shore, Nico wondered if Dani if had returned to the villa. She’d left before dawn, her exit a message of independence and indifference. He pretended not to care; their arrangement was one of lust not love, excitement not expectation.

He reached the rocky beach of the Amalfi Coast, where the oceanfront was quiet, catching site of the dome of Santa Maria Assunta shimmering high above him.

In their early days,  Dani had  talked of the church often , her descriptions making even a house of God seem sensual.

Vieni a casa con me” she’d whispered over dinners and walks in Central Park, “Come home with me Nico.” she’d purr, “Come. And I’ll show you the true Italy”

It had not taken much to persuade him. Soon, he was informing his firm of a leave of absence and his days became filled with the sweet touch of Daniela; her legs spread, his mind opened.

But these days he worried about a funk.

Just last night on the piazza they’d sipped Limocello, both eager to escape to the canopied bed at the Palazzo Murat, but the aftermath of  their  romp produced an uneasy silence instead of their usual (intimate)  slip into satisfied sleep.

 He’d long accepted they were never meant to last but Nico now feared their affair was una donna finita, no longer in fashion.

 

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continuing my WIP:  “The Love Story of Kimmy & David

Trifecta’s word of the week is FUNK.

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The Love Story of Kimmy & David Chapter 10 (A Hot Mess) {Studio 30Plus}

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Knock, Knock, Knock.

Kimmy ignored the rapping and reached for her universal remote.

“Kimmy, I know you’re in there.”

She pointed it at the TV.

More.Volume.

“Kimber, c’mon,I can hear Oprah.” Liza accused.  “OPEN THIS DOOR!”

Kimmy sighed and sat up, feet on the ground but not moving.

“I could just use my key.” Liza threatened with the jingling of metal sneaking through the door.

Kimmy forced her own voice, “It’s bolted.”

Kimmy heard Liza’s bottom hit the hallway floor.

“I said I was sorry. I just want you to be happy.”

Knowing her best friend’s penchant for stubbornness, she unwrapped herself from her fuzzy blanket. She pushed the bolt, turned the lock and the door swung open on Liza but Kimmy refused to make eye contact with her as she made her way back to the couch.

Liza followed, kicking her shoes off and stashing her purse on the dining room table. As she settled on the couch beside her best friend, who was already horizontal, she surveyed the situation.

Kimmy’s chic blonde cut was a rat’s nest of tangles, her face was blotchy and sallow while her flannel PJ bottoms were stained in various places. Kimmy looked like she was in a semi-permanent state of self medication, as evidenced by the wrinkled bag salt & vinegar chips and open bag of Oreo cookies (her drugs of choice) and the three (in various stages of being consumed) bottles of  Diet Coke strewn around her substitute bed.

A veritable hot mess.

Liza glanced down at her best friend’s phone, “MAILBOX FULL” glared back.

“So, we’re preparing for the Apocalypse?” Liza joked.

The bundled mound that was Kimmy simply moaned.

Liza picked up an Oreo and pulled it apart, licking all the white cream before popping both chocolate pieces into her mouth, “It’s been 4 days Kim, don’t you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“How about a little at a time?” Liza offered to the mound, holding out a cookie.

Kimmy  disentangled and pushed herself to a sitting position before grabbing and rolling the black cookie around in her fingers. Liza saw her trying to form the words.

“I love both of them.” She said and fell back against her pillow, exhausted with the effort of the confession.

Liza kept licking.

“And, it’s three months before my wedding. “ Kimmy added; an afterthought.

Liza reached for her friend and was suddenly aware of Kimmy’s left hand. The twinkling diamond was missing.

Liza swallowed the cookie, pushing down her questions with the weight of the crumbs.

“I love Marco, Lize.” Kimmy voice was little, like a squeak.

A nod from Liza.

Shame flamed her cheeks.

“But I never stopped loving David.”

“Yep, got all that from your phone call. Not that I didn’t already know.”

“What if he hurts me again, Lize? What if he changes his mind and pushes me away?

Liza simply shrugged, helpless to answer.

“And Marco; sweet, wonderful Marco, what’s not to love? I mean who wouldn’t love Marco? Me! That’s who. But you know I don’t. Not like David. He’s going to be a great husband and a terrific dad but I don’t love him. Not the way I should.” Kimmy splayed her hands, “What kind of marriage would that be, if I just marry him out of loyalty?”

Liza grabbed another cookie, “Only you know the answer to that sweetie. “

Kimmy sighed deeply and fiddled with her empty ring finger, twisting an invisible band while Liza witnessed two fat tears trail their way down her best friend’s cheek.

Liza snuggled up close to her, “The good news is you don’t have to decide today. Not if you don’t want to.”

Accepting the reprieve Kimmy lowered her head to Liza’s shoulder murmuring, “Tomorrow.”

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This week’s prompt: “A SEMI-PERMANENT STATE OF SELF-MEDICATION”

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Press Repeat : The Love Story of Kimmy & David Chapter 9 {Write On Edge/Studio30Plus}

 

 

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Lost in each other Kimmy and David squinted into the blinding sunlight as they exited the theater.

But as David reached for Kimmy’s hand she froze. Unsure, she let him take it but it was a stiff offering.

David held tight, “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” she answered, allowing her fingers to slowly relax inside his. “It’s just feels weird to be holding your hand.”

“Weird?” David frowned, pretending to be hurt.

“Yeah. Weird.” You never held my hand when we, um, when we were…” Kimmy’s face flamed as she tried to explain what they had been to each other.

“I know.” David sighed, bringing her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss between her knuckles. “But that was a long time ago.”

There was a pause as their foreheads touched.

“David…?” Kimmy whispered.

“Hmm? “He answered. His mouth was dangerously close.

“…What made you call? The other night, you sounded drunk, I mean, I think you were drunk. So if you didn’t really mean any of it … “she heard her voice sputter.  

 David shifted, raking the hand that wasn’t holding hers through his hair and then gently trailing it down the side of her face. “I meant every word. I know I was drunk, but the things I said? I couldn’t be more serious.”

Kimmy’s breath caught in her throat as tears spilled down her cheeks. Her shoulders heaved, “You made me feel unlovable.”

“Unlovable?” David’s eyes clouded as if he’s heard her wrong. “You’re the least unlovable person I know.”

“But…”

“I never said it.” David admitted,” I don’t think I knew. Or maybe I did, but I thought you and I were too different to last. I’m not sure I even wanted to feel that way about you or anyone else but then you left, and I was… well, I was…” he searched for a word, “… surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. I was surprised when you left. Then I found your letter.” He paused, drawing a deep breath. “It took a long time to realize how much I’d hurt you. ”
“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. It was your way of telling me stuff I didn’t want to hear. You know I’ve carried that letter around for the  past two years?”

Reaching into his back pocket, he slowly unfolded the two sheets of lined paper that she had poured her heart out onto. Blue ink had seeped into the creases and they spoke of it being handled over and over again, folded and refolded, as if it held the answers to a mystery.

“See?” David said, offering it to her but even as her hand came up to grasp it, she didn’t need to; she remembered every bitter word she’d written.

You don’t love me.”

Anger and frustration had poured out of her.

I mean nothing to you and it’s tearing me apart!

Desperation had threatened to swallow her alive.

I only want to be with you, please stop pushing me away.”

She shuttered as she remembered how the words had simply tumbled out of her but she hardly recognized the girl who had written the last line, “I HATE you! I wish I’d never met you!”

She swallowed the memory of the pen channeling her emotion, almost ripping the paper, as she scrawled her name to the bottom of the page.

Kimmy’s handled the flimsy paper, careful not to tear it along its worn seams. Her voice came out so soft David had to lean in to hear her, “I can’t believe you kept it.

David tipped her chin with his finger, “Sometimes I wish we could go back, so you never had to write it.”

“Me too.” she sighed, forcing a weak, watery smile. “But that was then and this is…”

“…Now.” He finished and kissed her, both of them completely unaware Marco was watching from across the parking lot.

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It’s been a while, but it feels good to be writing again.

I saw the prompts from WRITE AT THE MERGE and decided to “kill my babies” with this piece.

I ripped the original apart and came up with something I like a lot better.

“The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.”
~ L. P. Hartley: The Go-Between (1953)

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Image courtesy of Unsplash.

also my good friend Marie is back and playing with prompts with
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the prompt of “TIME” seems to fit so well here.

 

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The Love Story of Kimmy & David {Chapter 8}

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I posted a piece of this fiction serial.

We left off with Liza running out on Kimmy after she confesses that she is considering meeting David for lunch.

 

 

 

“Thanks for coming.” Kimmy watched David’s face as he said the words.

The smile he offered, she mirrored.

Giddy.

For all the time they had dated, David had never gone through this much trouble to set a mood.

The restaurant was quiet and charming, the only noise coming from the the wait staff  and a pop station in the background.

David touched her hand, locking eyes with her.

Kimmy suddenly couldn’t breathe.

David was not a man of public displays, and so she held on to his fingers like a life raft, searching his face for an explanation.

“Kimmy” he started, eyes still not letting go of hers “will you, would you consider” he stammered, he let his eyes drop and then brought them up, “Go to the movies with me this afternoon?”

Kimmy was taken aback, another surprise as she calculated another few hours with him.

She pushed her food away, no longer hungry for anything more than this.

David waved for the check, tossed a few bills on the tablecloth and followed her out.

She felt him taking in all of her; legs in that skirt, heeled wedges and her curves meeting in the middle. Before she could allow him time to catch up, his hand was at the small of her back.

Kimmy stumbled, but righted herself, refusing to miss this,  allthe little things she’d always longed for.

She tried not to think of Marco.

Twirling the diamond on her left hand, she thought about taking it off, putting it in her purse, but the diamond was not the problem, Marco was not the problem.

Her own yearning was.

She wanted to forget her world and occupy this one, the one where her dreams came true when they were supposed to, when affection for her lit David’s eyes.

If I can have that for a few more hours”, she bargained, “I’ll take it.

Kimmy didn’t remember the ride to the theater,  couldn’t tell you how the tickets were purchased or conjure up the way they’d ended up in reclining seats in the dark.

Because once they were settled, once the cup holders were filled and cell phones were silenced David made his intentions very clear.

His hands in her hair.

She moved her hands to his, playfully tousling

One hand slid down her face to cup her cheek.

She leaned into his palm, sighing deeply

His other hand landed on her knee and when she didn’t move to remove it, he slid it up into her skirt.

Kimmy shuddered, lost in this movie they were making instead of watching the one they’d paid for.

Finally, after an eternity, David’s lips found hers.

She kissed him back, tasting everything he couldn’t say. 

If this is a dream she thought,  God please don’t wake me up.

She drowned in the rush of emotion, pouring all her passion into his mouth.

Her thoughts were so scattered, but the one that kept bobbing to surface, was clear:

I am in love with two men, I want both of them” 


They broke away from each other, panting softly, pausing for a moment to regroup and then consume one another again.

David looked at her in the dark, want written all over his handsome face, his voice husky with it, he pushed out one word: “Kim?”

Kimmy had only one answer, “More.”

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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 7)

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Here is where I left off with the love story: with David’s  3am call…

 

 

Liza adjusted the tiara on her head, her shiny chestnut hair making room for it like it belonged there. She leaned into the mirror and wiped lipstick from the corner of her mouth.

She yelled into the dressing room, “Kimber, I totally think that bridesmaids should wear crowns”, practicing her queen wave for the mirror.

“Yep, I’m sure you do” Kimmy stage whispered back, “but you know that only the bride wears one, and I’m the bride.” 

Kimmy heard Liza snort.

“Hey! I heard that. ” Kimmy said trying not to smile and pulled back the curtain, revealing herself to her best friend.

Liza gasped then Oohed and Ahhed her way around Kimmy.

“Oh my god, Kim, that dress is, well,  it’s, I mean WOW! You look stunning…”

Kimmy sighed happily and stared at herself in the full length mirror. The cap sleeves, the cinched bodice. A dress the color of her grandma’s pearls, an overlay of appliqué with tiny delicate flowers marching to the bottom and all along the train. She felt like a princess.

Not willing to break the moment, both girls leaned together and  tried to catalog this moment, burning it into the scrapbook of their history.

Kimmy was so lost in reverie she didn’t even think about the repercussions when she blurted, “Did I tell you that David called?”

She watched Liza eyes flash in the glass, the smile lighting her face seconds ago was  gone.

Kimmy realizing she had miscalculated, wished all her words back.

“Lize…” she started

But Liza rolled her eyes and turned to face her, “I knew he would. God why did I have run into him?”

“Well maybe it was a sign.” Kimmy said, her voice just a squeak.

“A sign? A sign!” Liza said in a voice that was climbing in volume  “of course, you’d think it was a sign! Of what? Impending doom,the end of happiness as we know it, please tell me what could David being back in your life be.a.sign.of?” She spat, watching the words find their mark.

Kimmy’s silence and tear filled eyes just fueled Liza’s anger “What the HELL does he want?”

Kimmy smoothed her bodice, running her hands along the flowers and then let her hands rest at her hips,  “He asked me not to marry Marco. He said he loves me”.

“Jesus.” Liza  said right before she flung the tiara from her head in the general direction of Kimmy. “We’re here to settle on a dress for your wedding, Kimmy. Your wedding to Marco, remember him?”

Liza looked possessed, “2 years, Kimber, 2 Goddamn years! He had a lifetime to tell you whatever he wanted to. Now four months before your wedding, he decides he loves you. I wish I’d never seen him, I should have known he’d pull this shit now.”

She waited for words, something from Kimmy. Some small sign that she wasn’t talking to herself, but when she looked into those big blue eyes all she could see was sweet Kimmy, 8 years old, 12 years old, 18 and 29 years old; naïve and trusting, convinced of the pureness of other people’s words and a hopeless romantic at heart.

This was a disaster.

The wheels in her mind were already working overtime to stop this runaway train wreck just as a thought was dawning on her.

Liza, suspicious now, asked a question she wasn’t sure she wanted answered, “Kimmy, when are meeting him?”

“Liza, please try to understand” she begged.

Liza held her hand up, stopping the conversation.

“When?”

“Tomorrow. For lunch” Kimmy said, her face resembling a deflated balloon.

Liza lunged and Kimmy cupped her face like she had been slapped. Liza hadn’t hit her but the digust on her face smarted like a palm smacking her cheek. . Kimmy clutched her middle, waves of nausea and shame forcing her body into an overstuffed chair in the dressing room. She put her face in her hands, brushing at the tears that were now coursing down her face.

She waited for Liza to keep yelling or try to convince her not to go, while half of her hoped her best friend would just sit down next to her and calmly tell her it was all going to be okay.

Instead, Liza grabbed her purse and without a word, turned on her heel, leaving her best friend sobbing  in her wedding dress.

 

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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (The Chapter That Should Have Been First)

So here is the problem with taking something you’ve written and trying to put it in any kind of order for the reader. You’re going to MISS SOME. This is one of those times my friends, but today, I’m going to make it up to you….this piece should be Chapter 1, coming between What The Doughnut Saw and the morning after.

 

This is how Kimmy met her David and it’s worth a read.

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“This is absolutely the last time I let Liza pick the venue for my birthday”

Kimmy stuck the skinny straw of her peach Bellini in the corner of her mouth and sipped.
She looked around the dark bar, eyes settling on the dance floor in the middle where everyone was enjoying her party; bodies bumping and grinding, couples pairing off, music pounding people into a good mood.

Kimmy thought about the fact that she had enough ex boyfriends to start her own baseball team, but no one here to whisper “make a wish” in her ear tonight.

Stag at her 27th birthday party.

Liza caught her pity party from across the dance floor and raised her drink in acknowledgement and blew her a kiss that Kimmy pretended to catch with an enthusiasm she didn’t feel.

Instead, she adjusted the blue off the shoulder sweater that made her eye color pop, set her drink on the bar and started to hoist herself up on a stool. Of course, in her rush to sit down, her favorite black stiletto caught in the rungs pitching her forward.

Shame flamed Kimmy’s cheeks as she realized she was heading face first to the filthy floor, when she felt a pair of strong arms gripping hers. Before she could react she was sitting up and looking up into the brownest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Whoa, easy Calhouness” the eyes said, or maybe it was a voice but she couldn’t tell, she was too busy drowning in the pools of chocolate.

“Oh I’m fine.” She blurted, finding her voice. “Thanks for catching me. I’m such a klutz.”

The eyes shined with amusement, “No problem. I like that in a woman.”

Kimmy thinking he was kidding answered, “Oh. Really?”

Brown Eyes chuckled, “Sure, makes that whole “knight in shining armor” thing a lot easier.”

Kimmy blushed and was readying a racy comeback when a hand came down on the shoulder of her handsome new friend.

Mitch Black, a man Kimmy had never met before tonight, was pounding Brown Eyes on the back.

“Buddy! You made it! And I see you met the Birthday Girl” Mitch winked seductively at Kimmy.

Brown eyes locked on her blue ones, “So, you’re Kimmy?”

“In the flesh.” she quipped back, crossing her legs, choosing seduction over comfort.

“You’re pretty.” he offered, a statement or an afterthought?

Kimmy‘s cheeks burned, refusing the compliment, while secretly praying he’d say it again.

But he didn’t get the chance because Mitch was dragging him toward the opposite end of the bar, droning on and on about “all the hot chicks at this party”.

Kimmy sighed and turned back to her drink, annoyed that her favorite gift had just been hijacked.

“Figures” she muttered to no one but herself.

She was signaling the bartender, trying to decide between another Bellini and a Cosmo, when she felt a hand at that small of her back.

Flustered and thinking it was another of her touchy feeling friends; she swung her body around and right into the muscular chest of Brown Eyes.

Again.

“Oh! Crap, sorry. ” she apologized, trying so hard not to stare.

He had blond hair, cut short with a light wave, an impish grin on a face full of sharp angles and those eyes that reminded her of chocolate kisses.

His amused expression brought her back to the present, her brain swimming with what she’d missed.

“Did you say something?”

“Just wanted to come over and say goodbye, Birthday Girl.”

“You’re leaving? Already?” Kimmy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, I have a big day tomorrow; I just came by to see Mitch. Show my face, you know?”

“Oh well,  it was nice to meet you…” Kimmy’s voice trailed off as she considered calling him Brown Eyes.

“It’s David. My name’s David”

“Well, it was  really nice to meet you, David.” Kimmy smiled, putting emphasis on his name. Then David was gone, the door to the bar swinging closed behind him.

Kimmy watched him go, felt the the wind blowing back. She’d thought her night would be as uneventful as the last 26 years had been for her.

She was wrong.

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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 5)

So Kimmy and David…there is chemistry there but Kimmy decided it wasn’t enough and left.

and now it’s more than 2 years later…

 

(this will be the last installment until next week when I’ll share a chapter once a week) 

Chapter 5

LAST CALL

Just about 2 years later….

Last Call!

Mitch came up behind David and slapped him on the back.

“Hey buddy, this is a happy occasion” turning his attention to the bartender he shouted “another round for me and my best friend Teddy!”

Teddy grunted, lined up the shot glasses and turned bottles upside down to fill them with Grey Goose. The clear liquid sloshed into the squat heavy tumblers.

David raised his hands, reached for Mitch and missed, nearly falling over the red seated bar stool he was no longer sitting on.

“No more!” he slurred.  “I surrender” he pleaded with his arms in the air like he was being apprehended.

Mitch’s laugh boomed over the bar, “Davey, man, this is my divorce party.  It’s.Time. To. Drink!” he shouted and drove the point home by grabbing two of the shot glasses. Toasting his best friend he gulped them one after the other then pulled his shirt sleeve over his mouth, erasing the droplets that  had been clinging to his chin.

“OH YEAH!” Mitch bellowed shaking his head from side to side as if  he wanted to rid himself of the vodka he had clearly asked for.

“I think we might be done, buddy.”  David gingerly moved the stool closer and sat down, the bar was swimming in front of his eyes. He laid his hands on the rail trying to steady himself but gave up and laid his head down on his crossed arms.

And moaned.

“Nope, no way.” Mitch scolded as he pried David out of his cat nap “not on my fucking watch old man”

David moaned again.

Mitch let out a low whistle and blew out his cheeks.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be? Here on the eve of the best night of my life? I am finally rid of that demon that calls herself my wife and you’re going to go  all girl on me?” Mitch flashed the wicked grin he always pulled out when he had a full house at the poker table.

David didn’t even try to lift his head; he just talked to the floor, “Oh right, I meant to bump into Liza at that meeting last week? Seriously, why would I go looking for trouble like that?”

Mitch couldn’t argue, couldn’t explain the circumstance of running into the best friend of the girl you left for no good reason, in New Zealand, of all places.

Mitch turned him around, reaching down to not only steady himself but place both hands on David’s shoulders, and breathed his beer soaked breath on his best friend.

“Buddy, she’s getting married, so what? It’ll probably end in divorce” chuckling at his own joke. “Besides when you left her fine ass you told her she wasn’t the one for you”

“She wasn’t supposed to find someone else” David lamented, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

“Oh hell no” Mitch bellowed grabbing at the phone. “There will be no dialing, drunk or otherwise, you haven’t talked to that girl in almost 2 years” instead it became an elaborate and slightly hysterical dance of David holding his phone in the air and Mitch lunging, grasping at air and breathing heavy as he conceded and flopped onto the stool next to David.

“I just want to hear her voice” David pleaded.

in reality he wanted  a hell of a lot more than that. He wanted to go over there,  knock on her door and kiss her on the mouth before she had a chance to push him away,but for now her voice would do.

“Well I’m not going to sit here and witness your utter demise; she probably doesn’t even remember who you are.” Mitch said as he shuffled over to the group of half dressed women who were still holding out hope of going home with someone else.

David tapped his phone to life, spelled her name and pushed call before he could stop himself.

It rang.

Once.

Twice.

On the third ring just as he was getting ready to hang up after realizing it was almost 3 am, when her sleepy voice found his ear.
“Hi?”

And then a moment later.

“David?” a drowsy question, David pictured her wrapped in the sheets, her hair a mess, a diamond sparkling on her left hand.

“Kim..”

But she cut him off, shaking off a yawn “Oh my god!” realization hitting “David, has something happened? What’s wrong?”

“Everything. Nothing Um,  I just wanted, I mean, I saw Lize, well I didn’t mean to see her, but I saw her and she told me….”  His voice stalling, losing momentum when he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

“She told me” Kimmy sounded sad and something else, something he couldn’t quite place. “So everything is ok?”

David went to answer, but the booze caught up, the room was spinning, so he managed one sentence,
“No. Nothing is ok.”  He took a deep breath and with a bravery he would not have felt without the benefit of alcohol he forged ahead.  “I love you, don’t marry him Kimmy.”

But before he could hear her  react in any way, David gave in to the spinning and  passed out.

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So things are going to get interesting now…

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