Flash Fiction

She was hated. By everybody. For not apparent reason. She was young and very pretty, maybe that was the real reason. She has started work there three months ago and wasn’t accepted form day one, by anyone. They surely made her feel, she was unwanted. They destroyed her work, daily. Behind her back. Every time she turned around, her work was destroyed or messed up by those women. They have ganged up. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what was going on, shocked by the lengths these women would go, just to crash her. Childish. Women in their thirties, forties even fifties. She was 22, also part of the problem. She was unwanted. She was hurt, but never said anything to anyone. She kept silent and tried to fix the damage done to her work. Every day. She knew, she will not survive this way, at place with women from hell.

One day she completed all her assignments, and was asked to the extra job in different department. It was almost the end of the day and since she was happy with her own work, she left to quickly do the other. But when she got called for inspection by the manager to come back to her section, she just froze at the sight of her work. Destroyed and messy beyond the words. The manager, however was stupid. Looking down at her asked her if she even did work on her assignment and commanded her to stay behind to do it again. She said nothing and picked up the pieces of her destroyed work to make everything right once again. Her colleagues were sharing private jokes between themselves on the way out, giving her the pity look. She would go home late that night, knowing tomorrow will be just the same.

PS: Today, I challenged myself to try flash fiction – 300 words in six words:

The Pretty Was Hated By Everyone 

My Awkward Age

I have reached this awkward age, truthfully I haven’t actually been reaching for it, I haven’t even dream about turning 30. My friend told me “don’t worry about hitting 30, is nothing” so I didn’t. Phew! I stayed calm, beyond reach and happy. Until the big day came and I quickly realized, I’m not hitting 30 at all! The 30 is hitting me! Hitting me hard, not only, it slapped me, smacked me, punched me and knocked me out! Left a mark and affected me badly. Can you see how I play drama? It’s true, I’m telling you as it really is. I only then realized that the time passes – for ME too. Ouch, I still can’t believe it. I’m not saying I’m getting old, oh please I’m definitely not reaching for that one.

When my big 30 moved forward at me (in slow motion: it tiptoed over to me undetectably and without any emotion, punched me right in my face) I suddenly became fully aware of the fact that, perhaps I’m not as young and beautiful as I was from my own point of view. Maybe my silly oh sooo human mind, just got mean to me, maybe resisting ageing, my mind mistreated me and gave me some good beating. And it worked!

My mind created a very negative relationship with myself. With all of us! Me, myself, my body, my face and I. Together completely lost on the other side – in my thirties. But hey hold on, I don’t know how to do 30! I felt like I was kicked out of Disneyland, knocking on the door hopelessly in the heat of the night, pleaseeee take me back! Self pity, suffering and tears. Dramatic? I agree. Real story tho!

I rejected myself for being 30. This dissatisfying relationship with myself, started slowly reflecting in my relationship with others. I changed. Of course. I was different. I wasn’t aware that I have fallen. I have fallen because in my mind I wasn’t beautiful anymore. It was nothing but my self importance, illusion and false belief that brought me to that fall.

But If I didn’t love myself, how much love could I have to give and share at that point? You do the math. When I became aware of my negative mind and my own fall, I went back to myself, because I know everything I need, I already have. I would like to think that I still have time to practice how to deal with my new unwanted badge and figure out how to age gracefully. I mean I need to get better at this, surely!

ImageHaunted by Charles Hildreth photographer from Denver see his beautiful Gallery here

Responding to a thought that excites my soul

I would be a dancer. I would dance some kind of dramatic dance, that requires grace, fluidity, harmony and flexibility of body as well as performing an act on stage, expressing full range of human emotions. I would produce movements that are emotionally charged, realising my energy into the character I play. Maybe Ballet or Fosse, I feel most probably I would be a (chuckle) hmmm a .. Burlesque dancer.

You might just gasp in surprise or not at all, depends on what your idea of barlesque is and that’s fine. Barlesque to me is the most artful way of using your body, motion and gestures to express emotions and tell a story. Especially powerful feelings of love, sexuality and flirt. Burlesque combines the art of make up, acting skills with fashions of era I adore and a physical beauty of women’s body. Burlesque does not equal stripping in my vision – I would like to think that I would be a burlesque dancer, removing no more than a glove, robe or a stocking. I would dance purely for self-expression and physical release, without a thought of fame. Yes, half naked in little vintage lingerie seducing everyone in the room, feeling powerful by my own feminity, embracing my body as my adventures spirit meets my true passion in every move. Face to face with my feelings so raw in my dance.

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In response to Daily Prompt: When will I be loved? 

Born to Be With You

Not soul-mates or best friends. No compatibility or similarity. No spirituality. Nothing in common. They do not share the same background, beliefs or opinions. Both have different values in life. Just two people really wanting to be together. They found something raw and wild in their connection, to run with it. She, in a search for his soul.   Him, in a quest for her strength.

Teaching, inspiring and pushing each other, they decided on forever.

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My husband texts and drives ..

.. while I am the passenger in next seat to him, yes in ‘the death seat’. Anyone’s husband here does that too? He also drives fast. Everyone does in Dubai, superheroes in their supercars racing.

‘Ping!’ New email, he slides to unlock to read his email, while coming off the roundabout. I wonder what happened, when did we get this far in our relationship? I mean we haven’t been married that long!

I know I was hypnotised by  the diamond at the time, but I clearly remember him saying ‘I can’t live my life without you’ like a scared little boy standing on the Brooklyn bridge with the perfect backdrop of New York, almost falling apart right in front of me ‘you are everything to me’ shaking uncontrollably, swallowing his words, me thinking; Stop gibbering, what are you saying, what do you mean, where is this going, why you acting weird? He continues ‘you are my only family’ whats going on, oh my god no no no not now, I’m not ready for this, I mean my hair, my makeup, my dress, I started to get aware of people gathering around us, I can hardly understand his words staring into his face trying to read, thinking what is going on? he kneels down ‘I love you’ oh baby stop shivering please, are you proposing to me? I don’t understand a word you saying .. Oh My! Look at that Diaaaammoooond!

Will you merry me? a moment to remember, I smile. See it here. 

Smiling, back in the car ‘please stop texting or stop the car and I will walk’ My husband assumes that he can handle texting or emailing while driving and still says that he can’t imagine his life without me. He quickly recognises my serious tone in my voice and puts the phone down. I look outside in different cars and noticed many drivers preoccupied with their cellphone. I see texting and driving is a growing trend, but it is not safe, statistics don’t lie. Do also drivers assume they can handle killing someone? No text, no email, no update is worth a human life.

I have never seen a woman behind a wheel texting or emailing, while driving. Yeah maybe, singing, applying lipgloss or mascara, only after stopping at red light, of course. When you look at the females drivers, they mostly are sitting up straight with their gaze glued to the road ahead, fully concentrating. Women are more careful drivers, we take extra second to check the road twice before we move, or just wait when there is nothing to wait for. Yes, women have more accidents, but only as little as bumps and scratches, but men are more dangerous drivers. Men have too much testosterone on the pedal, as they always think they are racing. Women are just looking to get from A to B. Life is not about what you drive, but how you drive.

Clearly, I have the solution on how to effectively deal with this problem, since the ban on all drivers from using cellphones for any purpose when behind the wheel doesn’t work. We need to ban all male drivers, this is a real issue that, unfortunately, needs to be addressed. Image

Also we are much prettier drivers.

Strike a Pose for Hollywood!

My girlfriends always question me about my waxing experiences, it actually became a very popular and fun topic to talk about, after one glass of wine. I have been getting waxed for over 6 years and I have to agree with my girls “I am a Pro” I come, I strip, I hope up on the table, I lie down, I relax, I Chat, I Smile, no pain and leave the salon silky smooth. So I get questioned about it a lot. Girls ask me all kind of things: about getting nude or the pain. But mostly they are curious about the actual position when getting Hollywood wax.

Well, for me it’s just like a Butterfly pose in yoga. (lie down on your back, bend your knees, open them like a book, bring the soles of your feet together then keep legs in butterfly)

I lie there on the top of table comfortably and shamelessly, my legs open as wide as it goes, in my case after two years of practicing yoga my hips can open really wide effortlessly. With my knickers off getting my usual “Hollywood” wax. After so many years of regular waxing it is just like going for a haircut or pedicure, and No, I do not feel pain anymore. And Yes, ofcourse it was very painfull on the beginning. The girls in the salon are proffesional and will try to make your experience as painless as they possibly can.

To explain Hollywood wax: is much more then just a bikini line and a bit more then brazilian wax (often left with small strip or triangle shape piece of hair in the front) Well, Hollywood means to take it all off !

About Butterfly Pose:
Your Hips Would Love you for this!
Excellent Hip-opener.
Nice pose for pregnant woman also.