Hump Day Kick Start – Mirror, Mirror Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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Let’s reflect on this prompt a moment.

Note the details – her sunglasses, his boots, the cinder block wall, her ripped jeans rolled up, his tattoo which partially reads ‘sin fell the angels’. Who is our couple? Beauty and the Beast? Guardian angel and his charge? Rival furniture refurbishers? Modern day Medusa and Perseus? Strangers who are getting frisky in a convention center’s loading area at the Antique Road Show?

Have fun with this! Love to hear your take. Or simply “caption this” photo.

 

 

 

9 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Mirror, Mirror Edition

  1. Sarah Andre says:

    Oh, I’m on it!

  2. jbrayweber says:

    My mind is in the gutter…

  3. jeff7salter says:

    okay, you’d done it again. You show us the attractive BACK of a lovely female, but she never turns around!
    Well, here’s Elena’s story:
    It was no surprise when Logan stepped boldly into Elena’s dressing room. In fact, she’d basically invited him when she realized he was spending the weekend (in the basement) with his college roommate — her brother.
    She’d asked innocently about his tattoos and he’d said he was eager to show them… ALL of them.
    So, when everyone else in the house was asleep, Elena left her bedroom door partly open.
    Logan tip-toed down the hall and peeked inside. Saying nothing, she only smiled.
    Logan entered, closed the door and sat on her dressing stool. He nodded appreciatively at the un-draped beauty of her upper body.
    As this scene (pictured) unfolds, Elena has just whispered a few suggestions to Logan.
    Logan was not through examining her lovely upper attributes, however, so he has not yet replied. Once he raises his gaze to meet her eyes again, he will have an answer to her urgent suggestions.

  4. jbrayweber says:

    I do it to keep you coming back, Jeff. 😉
    Ya know, you do exceptionally well ramping up the tension. Job well done!

  5. jeff7salter says:

    cool. now turn that girl AROUND!

  6. Sarah Andre says:

    He stopped just inside the little white picket fence to her grandmother’s house and latched the gate with care. His chest felt tight and sweat beaded his temple in the August heat. Christ, he’d forgotten how hot August was in Nile, Alabama.

    Drawing his filthy t-shirt up, he wiped his face and raked back his hair. He went on auto-pilot in his nervousness. Up the stairs, across the porch, trying to ignore the old timey, flowered rocker he’d spent so much time in all those years ago. Shannon. It’d been so long…

    He raised his knuckles to the door before he realized it was ajar. In the dim interior, that smelled of mold and mothballs he halted, hearing a raised voice coming from the open basement door. “Well then, where IS he?”

    Her voice. Hell, facing an Al Qaida ambush was a walk in the park compared to this. He descended the basement stairs slowly, boots thunking on the rotting steps.

    “Oh never mind, he’s here. Finally! I’ll call you when–” she stopped, openmouthed and stared at him. “Jackson,” she whispered as she lowered her cellphone, thumb hitting the off icon. She blinked like she was seeing a ghost. He surely was seeing a vision. She’d grown up to be breathtaking. Curves, straight white teeth and goddamn but those ripped jeans molded to all the right places. Even her knees playing peek-a-boo churned his blood. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

    “Why are you here?” she whispered, her face pale, her green eyes wide and vulnerable.
    “To pay my respects. Myrtle in the Post Office told me I’d find you here. That you were clearing out the furniture.” He shifted his weight to the other foot and looked around at the antique pieces he remembered so well. “I’m sorry about your granny, Shannon.”

    Tears welled in her eyes and she fumbled in her back pocket. Came out with dark sunglasses, put them on and tilted her chin in that stubborn way he still saw in his dreams. Could she even see in this dark basement. He moved closer and she stiffened. Yep, she could see.

    “I came to say sorry,” he said.
    “Sorry?” She put her hands on her hips. “For cheatin’ on me? For getting Amber pregnant and havin’ to marry her? For leavin’ this sh*thole and–” she gestured at him up and down, “makin’ something of yourself? What exactly are you sorry for?”
    “For all of it. My life is one big mistake after another, and it all started here. Hurting you is my biggest regret.”
    She pressed her lips together, but stayed silent, another surprise in this grownup. Young Shannon would’ve sworn at him ’til his hide blistered.

    She slid the sunglasses on top of her luscious hair. “You still a SEAL?”
    “One wound too many. Honorably discharged last month.”
    “How’s Amber?”
    “She left me years ago.”
    “And your son?”
    “She won’t let me see him.”
    Her shoulders fell. “I’m sorry. She’s like that. I coulda told you ten years ago and saved you a lotta wasted time.”
    He nodded because there was nothing to say. “Sounded like you were waitin’ on someone.”
    “A mover to help get this furniture in a U-Haul out back. He’s three hours late, so I guess he ain’t comin.'”

    He reached behind his neck and pulled his filthy t-shirt off. “What’d’ya need done?”
    She did that open-mouthed thing like when he’d first come down the steps. “Sit down,” she whispered, pointing to the stool in front of her grandmother’s dressing table. He sat and watched in shock as she pulled her t-shirt off too. No bra, just like he’d guessed. She sauntered over and sat astride him. He ran a trembling hand up her thigh. Surely he was dreaming this and would wake up next to his bunkmates in Kabul. But no, she placed a cool hand on his face and rubbed his shoulder with the other. “You remember why you left me for Amber?’

    It was so stupid. And so long ago. But shame filled him and he lowered his head. He’d lost the love of his life for–
    “I wouldn’t let you go to second base,” she whispered, smiling. She proceeded to press her whole torso into him and he gripped the back of her neck.

    “I think it’s about time I let you cop a feel, Jackson. Maybe this time you’ll stick around.”

  7. jbrayweber says:

    Geez, Sarah. I love your stories. You are spot on with characterization and painting pictures. Another zinger, m’dear!

  8. jeff7salter says:

    panting here…

  9. Oh Sarah…………..that is all, just ohhhhhhh………..

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