The Next Room.

Nightmare, by UnaObsesion The couple in the next room fight all the time. Through paper-thin walls, my husband and I hear the shouting, the insults shot bullet-like back and forth. Invisible weaponry in a largely invisible war. Usually we have the music on, or the TV, so we can drown it out. But it’s in…

No Aphrodisiac.

Waiting for you, by edoaja   There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness, Truth, beauty, and picture of you.

My Funny Valentine IV

…continued from My Funny Valentine III. Love Noir 1, by johnkphotography Red curtains of hair fall away from her face as she looks up into his eyes. His heart aches at the hunted look in those blue eyes, the immense guilt. Everyone described her in static colour. He could never understand why. Red hair. White…

My Funny Valentine III

…continued from My Funny Valentine II. Film Noir, by mindlesstoaster He’s here. She knew he would be but just seeing him again makes her catch her breath. She struggles to remain calm, to control the blush in her cheeks, the light in her eyes at the sight of him. But she is out of practice….

My Funny Valentine II

…continued from My Funny Valentine I. Film Noir – Femme Fatale II, by DoomsdayAsteroid The minutes tick away on the old dusty clock in the corner and as the night wears on, the music switches to blues. The stranger remains where he is, consuming his Vodkas slowly but steadily. His neighbours at the bar look…

My Funny Valentine I

Noir, by ikayuka The club’s almost empty tonight. It’s a Saturday and around this time, Jack’s usually got his hands full up at the bar. But today’s different. Odd. Missing are the members of the Family in their nightly finery. Missing are their expensive sidekicks, the oily gangsters playing cards in their pin-striped suits. Their…

Racing the weather, to music.

The office is suddenly hotter and stuffier and I don’t have to look out the window to know that I’ll have to race the rain home today. Hurriedly throwing things into my bag, I whip out my trusty iPod and within minutes, I’m on my way. Humidity follows me out the door, past the security…