I keep trying to think up stories that don’t have any relation to real life events that I have experienced – but it is so hard to do! This little piece is my attempt at another bit of flash fiction in response to a recent writing prompt from Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith:
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/12/prompt-may-12/
“It’s unnatural.”
“What do you mean? I think it’s completely normal.”
“But we all need our space. There are things about me that I just want to keep private and not share with anyone else. You have an unnatural curiosity.”
“Really? I find that hard to understand. I want the people I love to know and understand everything about me. There is nothing I want to hide. I want to know everything about you. All your hidden layers.”
Dean sighed. “But you are a very beautiful person. Your hidden layers are mesmerising. It is like mining for precious gems with you. Layer after layer of wonderful. My hidden layers are like an onion. If you keep on trying to slice into me, I am only going to make you cry.”
Abbie put her arms around Dean’s neck and put her forehead against his. “What secrets are you hiding Dean? Are you an axe-murderer? Or a member of the Mafia? Have you been married eight times and killed all your wives to get their money?”
Dean rolled his eyes, “You got me Abbie! Yes, to all of the above.” He kissed her forehead tenderly and put his arms around her holding her close.
“Well then, I know you are not going to kill me because I don’t have any money.”
“I am a rogue Abbie. Not the kind of rogue that would hurt anyone physically. But I have my secrets and I want to keep them to myself. You are safe. I have no intentions of hurting you. But I am a rogue.”
“I love that you are a rouge who plays chess, eats sushi and meditates. You must be a wholesome rogue. And I want to love you for what I know about you and hope that whatever secrets you want to hold onto would not devastate me. If your secrets were too terrible, I would hope you would leave me so that I don’t have too many regrets. I love you Dean. I know you don’t like me saying that, but I do.”
“I know you do little lady. You shouldn’t. But I know you do.” Dean kissed Abbie. He grabbed hold of her hips and sat her on the kitchen side, before he started to unbuckle his belt and slip his shorts down. She was far too good for him and he knew it. But he also knew that Abbie wanted him to be the man who made love to her. Although he felt bad that she was so innocent, he was enjoying every moment of exploring all of her hidden layers. She was so beautiful inside and out. A hidden gem, so different from all the other women he had known before. Making love to Abbie almost made him feel virtuous. But for all her goodness, he was absolutely determined she was not going to reform him.
Oh dear – I have no idea. I have stopped worrying about “society” as it seems so utterly diseased in so many ways. I am not saying that every person is diseased in their thinking. But there are prevailing ways of thinking that many people just go along with.
I respect that we have free will. And that the law has changed in many lands upholding people’s rights to choose their own life-style in a way that has not been the case for many centuries. But people should not be forced to embrace something that they do not feel is right, even if it is legal. Whether that be in connection with alcohol, drugs, weapons, gambling, sex, or any other issue. They should be allowed and actually praised for trying to keep their standards and moral code elevated. Goodness should be celebrated. People who are trying to be good should be protected and honoured.
For some time, morals have become out of fashion. Having a sense of right and wrong has become controversial. I know that some can be very rude and belligerent about those who do not have the same views about what is right and wrong. Being insulting is not acceptable. Yet neither is it acceptable to force people to go against their conscience. That can be very damaging. Having a good clean conscience is a wonderful blessing.
My way of avoiding being offended and disturbed by “society” is to avoid most entertainment. I did not have a television for ten years. When I moved in to this little abode and saw what was on television I was shocked. So I ignore it now. I prefer to be outside in nature and with everything that fills me up with joy. “Society” can stay in it’s diseased, lost, lonely, degraded, warped state – and I will avoid it wherever possible. “Get over it!”
I am not a snooper. I have been a house-keeper at times and we have to be careful to clean without snooping. I think the only thing I may have noticed and misunderstood. I saw denture boxes in people’s bathrooms. I automatically presumed that must mean they wore dentures. Some of them were in their twenties and so I was surprised to see a denture box in their bathroom. I started looking at the people I was cleaning for and could not stop looking at their teeth. Isn’t that ridiculous! I found out some time later that some people wear mouth guards at night because they grind their teeth in their sleep. They stored the mouth guard in the denture box during the day. I am so silly!
I remember my Dad driving me to the address we had been given that would be the accommodation I would stay in throughout my training. We drove past the entrance several times without thinking there was any possibility that I would be staying on an estate like that. When I say “estate” – I grew up on a council estate. But the estate I am talking about was the kind that comes with a palace! Eventually, Dad and I realized that I was going to be staying in a huge mansion. I was in shock. There was a family who lived there. He had his own shipping company which had made him very wealthy. He also had given a lot of money to charity and helped ship materials for both aid and construction projects to countries where these were needed. He and his wife and children spent a lot of their time on voluntary projects and they hosted volunteers in their own home during local projects.
I was shocked to be staying in such a stunning house. I had my own room with a huge king size bed. I even had my own en suite bathroom. The views from the bay window were beautiful.
Being grateful can change many things. If you choose to think of all the positives about a person or a situation, and try to overlook those things that are not so great, it can help you to be more content and happier.
Caramel 