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Friday, September 14, 2007

Spinning an original racket? No, no, that is not right. A racket spinning orginally? No, that is not it either. Oh, hell.

After spending a few hours trying to create a story using the three words


I started to realize I was defeating the purpose of Three Word Wednesday. It is to spark creativity and to get the words flowing. But all I was doing was slowly driving myself mad. A good, compelling story could surely be born from this week's prompt but I won't be the one to write it. Blame it on The Muse. What a bitch. :)

Anyway, I went back and did an old prompt from August 22, 2007. Since I didn't write anything that week here is my first attempt to incorporate


into a short story. The title of this story comes from Pat Monahan's latest song, Her Eyes.

Blue Skies Meet the Sunrise by Sara

Manny felt like telling the judge “Don’t blame me, it was her eyes. Those eyes, man. How could I resist?”

To say they were blue is like saying Jordan was merely good at basketball. Her eyes were such a shocking bright, sky at dawn, shade of blue that the first time she looked directly at him Manny forgot everything he ever knew.

His name- gone. Telephone number- disappeared. Address? At that moment he couldn’t have told you if he lived in a hut or mansion. All he saw was those eyes.

Then- and this was another part of his defense he would have liked the judge to know-she smiled at him.

See? If she didn’t like him back, then why did she smile? It wasn’t the type of smile other women gave him, Manny could tell the difference. Her smile had lingered flirtatiously. Lana knew what she was doing when she smiled at him- what she was starting.

So he chased her. Men had been chasing woman since the beginning of time. Since when had that become a crime with a sinister name like stalking? Wooing, that is what it was. He sent her love notes, promised her things, offered her chance after chance to admit her feelings for him. But Lannie- his nickname for her- she was young still, just a few months into college, and she didn’t know how to be in an adult relationship. Manny didn’t blame her for her misjudgements about him. He should have been more subtle. Sitting outside her apartment all night might have been a tad bit overprotective, he could admit that much in retrospective.

But Lana had to take her blame in all this mess too. Fair was fair. That was another lesson she needed to learn. So many he still had to teach that girl.

“You are sentenced to 36 months to be served in an minimum security facility under the direction of the California Correctional System,” that damn misguided judge pronounced as Manny shook his head vigorously in protest.

Could no one see the injustice? Sent to prison for loving Lana too much? Being too good to her? His eyes jerked over to where she sat behind the prosecutor. And that is when Manny lost it. He really did flip then- not like the times before when Lana was merely confused. Because at that moment, when he was just about to have to leave her side for three long years, Lana did it again, what got them in this whole mess.

She smiled at him. Sweet blue eyes from Heaven met his nearly black ones before she stood and, with a flip of her honey blonde hair, left the courtroom, slipping into the corridor without even saying good-bye to him.

“You cold hearted bitch!” Manny shouted. “I’ll slit you like a fish. Teach you some respect, nasty whore. You better wait for me. Don’ t go cheating on me, Lannie. Don’t you dare.”

Guards rushed him. They were all crazed with power and eager to take any excuse to use it. They insinuated he was causing a disturbance which Manny found to be utterly ridiculous.

He couldn’t even tell the woman he loved good-bye now? What was this world coming to? It was getting to the point where you couldn’t breath without getting arrested. Manny blamed that on The Patriot Act. He would have to write Lana a letter and tell her to be very careful while he was away. She would surely appreciate the advice.


  • At 9/14/2007 05:00:00 PM, Blogger Jujee said…

    Very creative plot.
    "Her smile had lingered flirtatiously" - eloquent description, the power of beauty paired with charisma.

  • At 9/15/2007 11:10:00 AM, Blogger RomanceWriter said…

    Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting. :)

  • At 9/15/2007 08:07:00 PM, Blogger Clare said…

    Wow! This story was chilling but brilliant. This guy is really creepy and you did a fantastic job getting inside his head. And your descriptions of Lana's blue eyes and their effect on him was really captivating. You write really well!

  • At 9/15/2007 10:48:00 PM, Blogger RomanceWriter said…

    Thank you, Clare. That is really nice of you to say. I am still working on improving at this craft but its something I love to spend time on.


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