Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.
What a great pic to unleash your imagination upon. Champagne. Sexy guy in a tux. Is she even wearing clothes?
So, what’s going on with today’s prompt? Who are they? What are they celebrating? Are they celebrating? Why the dazed look upon his face? Did he just win a prestigious award? Did they just pull off a casino heist? Is she hired help? Or a puppet-master? Hmm… Puppet-master…I like that…
You tell me. Love to hear your take. Bring it!
MUSETRACKS 
I’m distracted by the chair stripe visual.
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The eye just goes straight to it, doesn’t it, Kristen?
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Oh it’s on, Babe.
I know exactly why he’s looking at you like that! Be back.
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*giggles with anticipation*
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This is Vito Totale. He doesn’t know the beautiful, strapless-gowned woman behind him. Doesn’t care to know her. Why? Because his eyes are focused mercilessly on you. The woman who broke his heart.
Even though he admits he’s a playa and that most of those outrageous rumors of his sexual trysts are true, he let down his guard years ago to one woman. An intriguing, refreshing woman who saw past his outer image and crawled right underneath his skin.
You’ve been glued to his heart ever since, and the ease with which you brushed him off and went about your life has left him psychologically staggering.
He hasn’t seen you in awhile and was pretty sure he’d gotten his act together and moved on with his playboy life. Tonight he attends another tedious, glitzy party, regretting doing so the second he walks in. Grabbing a glass of champagne off a tray he sits in an uncomfortable chair and scans the room. Is there a fresh face here? A woman who won’t bore him incessantly talking about herself or robotically checking her texts like her life is so important?
Instead his eyes land on you, slipping off the full length white fur and laughing at something the hostess says. He feels his heart stutter inside his chest and downs the champagne in one gulp. Within seconds the woman is behind him pouring him another glass, just as YOUR eyes connect with his.
He hopes the soul crushing ache he feels is absent from his face. With all his willpower he adopts an his expression that is hard and indifferent. Knowing by the lovelies attending tonight he’s sure the woman behind him with her cloying perfume and her bold hand on his shoulder is a beauty. So he looks at you like ‘see what you’re missing? I’ve moved on too.”
But you, who always saw past the façade, look into his eyes and it’s all there. Pure anguish.
You turn away. Because inside you still adore him, but cannot go through the pain yourself again. Sometimes two passionate people were not meant to be together you tell yourself.
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>>>Sometimes two passionate people were not meant to be together you tell yourself.<<< I really wish I'd stop telling myself that. I have a very high tolerance for pain. 😉
This is a masterpiece, Sarah. Always a fun time with you!
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“Mrs. Peel, we’re needed!” for the New Millennium!
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HAHA! Only you, William would come up with that. Only you. 😀
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Well, I disagree with Sarah on this one.
This gorgeous woman with the luxury champagne is actually NUDE — which is why shes hiding behind Rupert and won’t let him turn around to gaze upon her undraped beauty.
But Rupert was not content to be denied this lovely view. After twisting and turning so much that Andrea had to literally hold down his left shoulder, Rupert sat, stony still, his face frozen, and said, “by the time you finish pouring that flute, I’ll be off this chair and all over you, babe.”
Andrea smiled.
She knew she could pour slowly…
or all at once!
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Niiiice, Jeff. Are you sure you’re not Rupert?
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heh heh heh
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