The String Bikini

Her shape, her skin, her softness, her warmth. They fit him well and they were one. A feeling he could never get used to because it seemed so corny, but it was real. It was the passion of knowing her so intimately, where to touch her, where not to, and the phenomenal sense that it was equal and would be returned in tandem. Then he stopped thinking and let his mind follow his body.

Mister Bear

This he recognized. This beacon toward home, his third place this year. Blurry eyed he dragged his reluctant feet and heavy head toward this new thing, afraid of what surprise awaited him. It was a different configuration, but still his belongings. Material possessions never felt so good. He flopped on the mattress and cuddled Mr. Bear.

The Cherry Pie

Sodden to the bone she struggled to keep positive. Her soul was flimsy and fatigued overwhelming her slight frame. It was like a sweat filled, chest crushing bad dream, this road full of wrong turns. Friends distanced themselves afraid of her bad luck. But the universe was merely teaching her a lesson. Her life would soon be cherry pie.

The Jesus Lady

She was a guide for those that were lost. With the motivation of certainty that is how she perceived and conducted herself. Finding errant sheep was easy, people with nothing to lose were apt to be followers. But being a leader was tiring and after her allotted time she got back to her high score on Tour of Duty.

Chinatown

She loathed her father for making her do things his way. His thrifty habits had the opposite effect on her. She liked to spend, to shop and was an unabashed materialist. She turned her eye to survey the superficial improvements she could make to the dismal scenario. She would show him. And to her surprise, he would love her for it.

Window View

The air conditioner blasted across her face uselessly. Her heart seemed to make her body pump out sweat in places she never thought possible so she twisted and turned the air nozzles to dry the nooks and crannies. She wasn’t sure whether she was going to throw up or if her heart would simply jump out of her throat. It was the first time she was going to see him in the flesh.

Concrete Building

When he was out in the open all the armor fell away. Life in the concrete canyon made him hard, it was etched in his youthful face, tensed unnaturally along his lanky biceps and wound his insides tightly. He was nervous about getting to know this new person within himself. Part of it was freeing, the other absolutely terrifying. He unclenched his fists and took a deep breath.

Motorcycle

It represented a lifestyle that even he had to admit, was long gone. Less pleasing than it had been in the past, he clung to it regardless as the last vestige of old times. He tried to justify hanging on, but came to the conclusion it must go. Surprisingly, he didn’t even cry when it was sold. The seduction of the shiny well oiled machine was over.

Window

It seemed like a good arrangement at first. She wanted to be close by in case of an emergency. But the idiosyncrasies of practically sharing living space was oppressive. The natural call to revert to childhood battled with her adult sensibilities. And conversely, he fought against their new roles just as vehemently. She also refused to get him a sub sandwich at 2 in the morning

The Blue Pool

The invitation to immerse herself was delicious. Once in, she felt she could go forever and relished the smoothness glide over her. Her guilt at leaving them behind dissipated as she experienced a rebirth of her independence. It was short-lived, a creature with inflatable wings splash landed on her and she laughed.

Headphones

Consciously he slunk into his own world. The ability to disengage from the rest of the world took supreme focus and special hardware. He insisted that his journey be music sodden otherwise it was worthless. Now he was in the zone.

Lappy

It was his first. He recalled the all-nighters, pouring his thoughts into its circuitry, pizza crumbs in the crevices, indiscernible streaks across the screen, and then a long life as a glorified coffee table. Now she said he had to get rid of it, it sounded like an ultimatum, but he knew better than to fight for it. He couldn’t stand someone else having it, so he picked it up and took it to his mother’s basement.

Ipad

He was desperate to get a leg up. It had been tedious trying to convince colleagues and family that he was worthy, talented and intelligent. His desire to clamber and climb had become a lifelong distraction and he wasn’t going to stop now. If this didn’t do it, he’d have to invent something else. His Trekkie sense tingled transporter

The Cop

He knew they would look. Pride surged from his chest as he paraded by in machine bellowing convoy. He had wrangled a childhood passion and made it his. But the pressure to maintain this stance, the prestige, the expectations, was a burden. And to top it off, he preferred croissants to donuts.

Pig Truck

There was a time when he wanted to hide what he did. Now he saw no shame in it, it was a noble profession after all, one held down by his namesakes for generations. He understood it was offensive to others. He was dealing with death and people turned a blind eye to that. In blocking that out, he too became invisible. And that he struggled to overcome.