Please Love Me Too

Please Love Me Too

A short story inspired by the song “I Say A Little Prayer.”

He was smiling at me, his long eyelashes made his blue eyes sparkle, and a small smile was playing over his lips as his face filled my vision moving closer towards me.
I lifted my face to meet his as he pushed his lips out, I close my eyes and waited for his mouth to meet mine.

The image before me was shattered by a deafening alarm. I reached out my arm and frantically fumbled for the alarm clock to silence it. Lying back in the bed I sighed irritably.
“Eric.”
I closed my eyes and tried desperately to conjure up the image of Eric again but it was no use, that dream was over.
“Please let today be the day that he notices me, please” I whispered.
I shuffled in to the bathroom to clean my teeth and put on my make up. I pulled a hairbrush through my hair, as I stood in front of the wardrobe looking at all my clothes and trying to decide what to wear.
“Something nice. What I wear could be the thing that makes him notice me. Really hope he notices me.” I said to my cat, George, who bumped his back side against me as he passed by, curling his tail around my leg, maintaining contact with me until he was too far away to be in reach. He gave a little miaow as he wandered out of the room. At least someone loves me, I mused as I turned my attention back to my wardrobe and selected a dress that was ever so slightly more fitted than usual with a slightly more plunging neckline than I’d ever worn to work before. (more…)

The Punk Wars

The Punk Wars

A short story inspired by the song Did I fight in the punk wars for this? By Henry Priestman.

It was Saturday evening. Len left his dinner plate in the sink, closed the door on the kitchen and settled himself into his arm chair by the fire.
He pointed the zapper at the TV and pressed the red button, the sudden glare from the screen illuminating the small living room.
The smiley people in shiny suits and sparkling dresses were grinning manically at him. Len curled his lip and grunted.
Four serious looking people with perfect hair and white teeth, were arguing amongst themselves while a nervous looking teenager waited with a frozen grin on his face that made him look like he was in pain.
It seemed like a decision of absolute importance was being made.
“I just don’t get it.” The stony faced man said, causing the other three to react with varying degrees of shock and outrage.
“How can you say that?” The former pop star, sat next to him, asked.
“It’s like karaoke. And not even good karaoke.” He argued.
The radio DJ at the end of the row held his hands out in disbelief.
“Last week you were complaining he was too gimmicky, this week he’s bad karaoke! What is it you want exactly?”
“Well, I want to win, obviously.” The judge laughed. (more…)