Dreemport sublime staff challenge freewrite day 5: The Man that she was waiting for
She closes her eyes, savoring the taste of his tangerine-flavored kiss then he is gone and she is back in her office. It is morning again and he is not here but the taste lingers. The tangerines are on the tray, the fruit tray. They rot with the fruit flies, with the sun lingering on the sofa where she sits reading a book, an old romance.
In the book there is an happy ending and happy ever after but in this life is there ever an ever after? The story continues. The man with his tangerine tongue has gone to war and there is no honour in fighting in the ditch, shooting at another human, burying memory in picture folders. She rubs the spine of the book, she dreams of a day when he will return, broken and she will heal him with a kiss.
"Harriet will you get the door, Malcolm is waiting," a woman's voice floats from downstairs.
Harriet sighs, closes the book and adjusts her hair. She stares at her facade in the window. She looks at the mole above her upper lip. She touches the lip where the kiss still sleeps. She feels it and remembers the tangerine. She sighs again and gets up to go and do her chore.
Malcolm. Malcolm enters. Malcolm refuses to leave. Malcolm tells his mother that he has found a flower in the house of Ojo. She is beautiful quiet, gentle and intelligent. He wants her for wife. He has the pedigree, the family, the money. He is able to get excused from the war. The war, gods, he hates violence.
Harriet walks into the sitting room and she sits and stares at the person of Malcolm, sitting there in his jeans, his Tshirt carrying the legend; money is power.
"It is good to see you," Malcolm says.
Harriet remembers the way her man walked, the way he stared at the distance, the faraway. She misses him. She misses him.
"I have a house in the Caribbean. We can go for holidays…" Malcom is talking.
"That will be nice," Harriet says.
The man with the tangerine on his tongue struggles out of the ditch and stares at the sky. The wound is festering and he isn't sure he will see the night. He thinks of his girlfriend in the village. He ran away from her to find work in the city. That rich girl would have saved him before the war. What is her name again?
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Oh my goodness! What is her name again? What a way to end the story. She is here thinking about him non-stop and he has even forgotten her name but then war is enough to make someone forget names.
Beautiful writing @warpedpoetic
Yeah. We spend so much time loving someone who in all possibilities is busy loving someone else. Nothing like time and space to break your heart.
Oooff that one hit hard. 5 out of 5 tangerines.
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Great story, well done
That's the best piece I have read about this prompt.
Is it normal for men to forget the name of woman in their pasts. Lol. Being a woman, I can say it is normal for a woman to remember everything about the man in her past.
@dreemport brought me to this beautiful piece
Happy New Year 🌷
You know the gist of it. Thank you and happy new year to you too.
Wait, is the rich girl in the village the same girl touching her lips and remembering the tangerine taste and the lingering feelings, or I'm I confused right now? Lol
The village girl is another but the rich girl is Harriet whom he can't even remember.
A decent effort to attempt this prompt.
She knew that her love would return and will have shattered soul, what sort of this war could be? For ensuring the survival or making the life standardized to that rich girl?
And did he remember her name? Does he still think about her?
The story is complicated and interesting 👍
@dreemport directed me to this post; good luck to your team ❣
He has obviously forgotten but she remembers
Why do men always forget about love 😔 forgetting things is not easy and if it's the person, I guess it's the most difficult task especially for ladies.
I guess he made more impression on her than she did on him.
oh my gosh... I have chills... LOL
this was absolutely gorgeous!!!!!!!!!! I want more hahahahahahaa
I definitely want more. lol
Anything for you. 💞
hehehehe now i'm waiting with bated breath 😍
You won't have to wait long. I promise
tag me when it comes? i dont' want to miss it! hehehe
Of course. ❤️
Let me tag you through the post
This is such great writing @warpedpoetic! I really enjoyed the story. I loved the emphasis on the tangerine and the taste. It shows how much he meant to her and how dear that moment was that they shared together. I get so emotional reading about lost and forgotten love. 😭😄
Indeed. She sees him as her saviour I guess.