Well blogger is playing up again so I know even if you are reading this you may not be able to comment. Let's hope blogger gets its act together soon! I've been reading your posts but only manage to get a couple of comments in a day before it crashes on me...I am posting my story while I can...
Here is my third story for the Romantic Friday Writers challenge. Thank you to all the participants and all the readers. The standard has been high and we are really letting our imaginations run riot with the themes. So far we've had many 'Dire Moments', many sad stories for 'Lost', and this week, maybe there'll be some over-the-top glitz and glamour, or will these flash fiction writers tease us? I hope you will read and critique my story then read many others. Find them @ #RomanticFridayWriters on twitter, in your blogger roll or by clicking on the badge in my sidebare for the linky of participants...
SATIN SHEETS
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
‘Turn that maudlin rubbish off!’
‘What’s wrong with country music?’
‘It shows too much about you, where you come from.’
‘That’s the meanest thing you’ve said to me for, like, ten whole minutes.’
‘Only ten? Well get over it. Enough of your teary eyes and dreamy looks. We’ve got a party to get to.’
‘I’m not going!’
‘Again?’
‘Well we can’t have anyone outshining you my dear. Lady Peekles will be there.’
‘And I care?’
‘Well, time you started to care about what I do. What keeps you in satin and diamonds.’
‘I don’t care about those things.’
‘Oh but you do. They suit you. You’re the perfect model for the fine things of life, little Glamourpuss.’
‘Is that the only reason you married me Antoine?’
‘And to save you from that long-haired, guitar-strumming cowboy.’
‘Randolph?’
‘You’re still pining for him. Ha! As if he could ever afford to deck you out in the best. You’d still be wearing your torn jeans and scuffed boots.’
‘What was wrong with them? I can remember you walking into the bar and heading straight for me, torn jeans and all. You couldn’t keep your hands off my torn jeans.’
‘And Rudolph didn’t like it, did he? Not one bit. But what could he do? He was too busy strutting his stuff. All that wailing country music. All those women falling at his feet. You stood out from the crowd.’
‘So did you with your business suit and polished shoes.’
‘You forgot the bow tie.’
‘Open it.’
Angelique reached for the box. It sprung open to reveal a gorgeous necklace of sparkling diamonds. The whole room took on a fairytale cast. She looked at Antoine and was stunned to see the adoration in his eyes. Did he really love her then? Was all his bluster just because he couldn’t convey his love except by offering her glitz and glamour?
A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘Don’t cry darling,’ he said tenderly.
‘Why? Or I’ll spoil my perfect make up? Offend Lady Peekles?’
He stepped close, lifted her blonde curls and gently hung the diamonds around her neck.
‘No, my love, you’ll terrify me that you’re really going to leave me, go back to that guitar-strumming poseur.’
‘Lead me to your Cadillac, Antoine. I’m not going anywhere but to this party.’
‘But I know how that song ends. You play it often enough.’
‘How’s it end?’
‘You want me to set you free.’
‘And walk away from all this?’ She swished her red satin skirt, reached for her white fake-fur stole and clattered across the room in her black satin party shoes. ‘Why would I want to be set free? To go and starve with Randolph?’
But Antoine had heard the catch in her voice.
She was leaving him…though he’d given her everything that money could buy.
I hope you liked my story. When I thought of the theme, 'Satin Sheets' by Dolly Parton got into my brain and wouldn't leave until I'd written a story. Those of you who know the song will get a few more of the innuendoes. I appreciate you reading and commenting.
And congratulations to J.L. Campbell who was honoured as our first Featured Writer for her 'Dire Moment' entry, and to Roland D Yeomans, who is the Featured Writer for the second theme, 'Lost.' You will see this badge on their blogs:
