Her and Him

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The sanguine dress lay on the floor in a pile.  Music played softly on the stereo.  And candles lit the empty room.  It looked like the perfect setting for a romance novel without the people in it.  But this was not a romantic scene.

The adjoined bathroom held three people.  The officer called to the scene and the coroner.  And a woman lay slumped in the bathtub covered in the same sanguine only this really was blood red and not a low cut dress.  The detectives had yet to arrive on the scene, but foul play was suggested by the knife wounds on the body.

The woman was a thirty-year-old single woman who was missing from work the last two days and her boss called for a welfare check as the woman had no family in the area.  The detectives would have their work cut out for them as she had few friends and acquaintances close to her for them to interview.  She largely worked alone in a graphic design business and was the quiet house in the neighborhood.  She was a very private person.

The detectives arrived and began a search of the house, with techs bagging evidence and taking pictures.  They confiscated a laptop and her cell phone.  Just as they were bagging the cell phone it rang.  This may be their first clue.  The detective raised an eyebrow when he saw the caller ID; it simply said “Him.”

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sanguine

Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs

You talk to her everyday

You even tell her she looks nice

But then you walk on

You’re tired of the dating scene

But you don’t want to be alone

It is time for you to open your eyes

You’re missing what is right in front of you

She smiles as soon as you walk in

She blushes when you talk to her

And she always walks the long way around the office

Just so she can go by your desk

If you can’t see the signs

That she really cares for you

Maybe you should be

Destined to be alone

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – missing


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Can I twist your arm

Will you see things my way

I’ll give you a little nudge

Speaking words of encouragement

I hope I can cajole you

To slide over next to me

Because your smile is so inviting

Your arms are strong but empty

And your eyes intoxicate me

Will you join me for a drink

And intelligent conversation

What are the chances

I can listen to you speak all night

Because your voice it soothes

And your lips look delicious

Will you take a chance on me

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cajole

Once A Year

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A reservation for two

Chilled champagne

Soft music playing

Soft lighting

On a candlelit table

Dressed to the nines

Escorted to their seats

The ambience of

This anniversary date

Is one of true love



And style

Cheers to each other

Cheers to the future

With a kiss

To seal the deal

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ambience

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

I am afraid

of being hurt again,

and so I wonder

should romance begin?

He makes me smile

and feel alright,

from the early morning

until late at night.

So, I guess I need

to take this love train,

because I’ve learned

nothing ventured, nothing gained.


Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #12

True Or False

True or false

Do you love me

I need the truth

Do you need me


I saw you first

That summer night

You were in the band

Standing in the spotlight

You sang to me

And gave me chills

You romanced me

Oh all the thrills


True or false

Do you love me

I need the truth

Do you need me


A whirlwind in a week

But the time to leave came

And I was sad and blue

But glad I’d played the game

It is forever in my mind

And close to my heart

But I wonder if you

Felt the same from the start


True or false

Do you love me

I need the truth

Do you need me

True or false

Is this love


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – false

The Letter

“This is just ludicrous Steven!”  She walked across the room and shook the paper she was holding and said, “You really think this is the way to impress a girl?”

Looking downhearted Steven replied, “That is why I showed it to you so you could help me.  I know it’s garbage.”

“Look Steven,” Karen said.  “You are going to turn her off with all this.  You need romance and compliments.”

“Karen, can’t you help me?  I really like her and don’t want to screw things up before they even get started,” he pleaded.

“OK, but you owe me,” she demanded.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ludicrous

Turn Back Time

You have a way
Of taking me back
To the days of our youth
And our young loves first bloom
The things you do
Resonate old feelings
And stir deep emotions
Inside of my heart
A simple note
A single rose
A trip to where we shared
Our very first kiss
Your thoughtfulness soothes me
And rekindles old flames
So every day is new again
With you by my side


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – resonate

The Willow Tree

It’s been too long
Too long since I’ve seen you
Wont you take some time
And meet me below the willow tree

It doesn’t matter
If it’s night or day
As long as you come
And meet me below the willow tree

Rain or shine it’s all the same
You’ll put your hand in mine
Reach out for me once again
And meet me below the willow tree

For once there was a time
Our love blossomed there
So wont you take some time
And meet me below the willow tree

Below the willow tree
There is new romance for you and me
As long as you come
And meet me below the willow tree


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – below

Only For You

“No. I insist, let me get the check,” she said and pulled the payment folder out of his grasp.

“It was my idea to meet” he replied. “At least let me get the tip.”

Once the monetary obligations were done they headed to the parking lot. She was full of butterflies inside at what would be next. She had known him for years but they had only just met in person. He was someone she cared for greatly over the years of online and old-fashioned snail mail correspondence. But this was different, he was here now. He was within reach and a part of her wanted more than a friendship… he was after all very good-looking and had been her best friend for a while now.

“Let’s head to that coffee shop you always talk about and finish our conversation” he suggested.

She bit her tongue and stopped herself from saying yes. A girl can’t seem too eager. “I have to work in the morning. If I fill my night with coffee I will never sleep.”

He put his hand on her shoulder and said, “they do sell decaf babe.”

At the mention of the word babe she had to smile. He started calling her that about a year ago and she found if sweet even though it was not a very PC thing to like. “Ok, will you drive so we don’t waste my gas?”

“Only because you asked nicely,” he said dropping his hand by his side again. Her shoulder suddenly felt very cold. She realized his hand had been really warm and a thought went through her mind about how warm the rest of him would be. A small embarrassed laugh escaped her before she knew it.

He turned back to her and asked, “something funny I said?”

“Just a happy memory sneaking up on me.”

“Care to share it with me?”

She wanted to share a lot with him, “maybe this one should stay private for now.”

“You’ll make me pout,” he said and stuck out his bottom lip.

Before she could stop herself she reached up to push his bottom lip back in and was instantly feeling the heat of a blush crossing her cheeks. He grabbed her hand and without missing a beat said, “Don’t spoil my pout.”

It felt like forever but it was only about 5 steps to his car when he let go of her hand and opened the door for her. Another old-fashioned act of chivalry he was full of. “Such a gentleman” she grinned at him.

“Just wait, I will show you how much of a gentleman I can be” and he shut the car door.

A memory clear back to her youth, just out of high school came to her. A time when she would sit in the middle of a bench seat next to her boyfriend on a drive. She glanced down at the console that separated the two seats and sighed.

As he got into the car she said, “I can’t believe you made the trip all the way here to see me.”

“It wasn’t’ that far from the hotel” he grinned and then added, “only for you babe, only for you.”


Ok … another attempt at fiction.  I know it is sappy but this is just days away from Valentine’s Day so bear with me.  PLEASE let me know what you think.  Have a wonderful night/day!