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The Red Dress

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Red Dress

The smoke seemed to part as she walked into the room, her presence drawing the male attention her direction.  She was a throwback to bygone time when women had curves.  Full lips dressed her smile in velvety softness.  Her dress (yes, she wore a dress) hugged her curves in delicious rose red silk.  Of course she wore red, Mike thought.   The other women in the bar were forgotten, clouded illusions in her presence.

Ember Leon spotted him in the corner and narrowed her eyes in intent.  She knew he was there for her, even as he chewed the pipe thoughtfully.  He watched her movements, her approach like a cat hunting its prey.  He knew he was caught in her trap but the prize she dangled before him was well worth the risk.

Mike reached for her hand as she joined him in the booth.  Her voice greeted him with deep notes of promise.  He knew the promises were empty, still he could deny her nothing.  She slowly removed the gloves from her hand as he ordered her drink.  When it arrived, she slowly drank the rum and coke and it seemed as if the tendrils of her words ensnared him as the alcohol wound its way through her body, loosening her inhibitions just a wee bit more.

He found himself wrapping his arms around her, dancing to the slow ballad, and as her lips brushed against the pulse of his throat, he knew this was a bad idea.  Yet, he followed her out the door.  She looked back, encouraging him with her smile.  “Mikel, dearest…you know you want to finish this dance.”  He was gone, lost in her spell, and she wove it well.

Their steps carried them to the edge of the walk where an unpaved path carried them further from the lights of town.  The smoke that shrouded her before was now replaced by mist.  He continued to trail after her, trusting her perhaps a bit too much.  Still, she offered him a dream.  And he wanted to slip into that trance with her.

The cabin seemed to appear out of nowhere, simple in design and not very spacious.  He reached for the catch on the door and held it open for her.  She stepped inside and he followed.  He was surprised when she struck a match and lit a lamp rather than flipping a switch.  The lamp revealed little about the house and kept the light closely bound.  She led him to an iron bed where her kisses guided him down to the quilted surface.  As his eyes closed to take in her touch, the unfamiliar coldness entered his soul.  He opened his eyes and realized she had stolen his heart.

Days later a body was recovered at the end of the trail.  The cabin had faded into the charred foundations as daylight flooded the wood.  The siren of the woods had taken yet another victim, feasting on yet another heart.

 

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This was written in response to The Mid-Week Blues-Buster Week 2.23.  The songs involved in this inspiration include Cory Chisel and the Wondering Sons “Home in the Woods” and the Eagles “Witchy Woman”.  I hope this warmed you and chilled you.

Unspoken Goodbyes

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Sam walked stiffly towards the flight attendant.  The chubby little held onto hers as if it would keep them together.  His five-year-old strength was not strong enough, not nearly strong enough to hold of the U.S. government.  The attendant knew the routine.  She had seen it all too often when she worked this flight.  With this number of military bases, she thought her heart would be hardened by this point but she knew this would make her heart break inside.

Sam knelt before her son.  His caramel skin did little to cover the smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks.  She forced a smile and pushed his curls back.  “You are such a strong little man,” she stated, willing them both to believe it.  She could see the tears welling up in the back of his eyes but he held them back.  “Grandma will be so glad to see you.”  She leaned forward to kiss his cheek and he threw his arms around her neck, holding on for dear life.  She swallowed the lump in her throat.  “Mmmm…I love you, too, my darling Ethan.  I’m going to hold this hug in my heart until we are together once again.”

He sniffed back his tears and fought for composure.  “Momma, be strong.  Take care of the bad guys.”  She smiled at her little man.  Staring him in the eyes, she gathered his face in her hands and held  it before her, remembering every detail.  Once she had frozen his image in her mind, she stroked his cheeks with her thumb and rose to her feet.  Ethan stood up straight as well.  He turned and faced the attendant.  “I’m ready but…” he looked at his mother, her uniform about askew from the hugs and tears, “Make sure you come back.”

Sam smiled a promise to him.  He turned and took the attendant’s hand.  She let him down the jet bridge and onto the flight.  Sam watched as the plane pulled from the terminal and taxied out onto the runway.  Sighing shakily, she turned and headed to the opposite end of the airport where her own flight would take off.

Ethan would be greeted with cookies upon landing.  She hoped she would not be greeted with gunfire.  A quick prayer slipped under her breath as she joined her combat brothers and sisters and “Amen,” echoed around her.  Soon the gray Seattle rain would be replaced by the sands.

 

NOTE:  So much is written about military men separated from their families.  However, women are serving and sacrificing time with their loved ones as well.  This was written to honor military moms.  It is so hard to be away from your loved one and to trust them in the care of another.  May your sacrifice be honored and worthy.

 

This is a submission to the Mid-Week Blues-Buster Week 2.22 with the song from Macy Gray “I Try“.

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