Visions Of You © 2009 Haronica Legette
This is a singular creative moment and thought from the authors personal soul. Any reproduction, distribution, unauthorized sale/publication without express permission of Authors consent is subject to legal action as described under U.S. Copyright laws.
I had visions of you and me together. Of you coming home to a hot bath and me helping the gentle water to wash the hard days work off your face and body. A smile on your face as you looked upon the reflection of warmth in my eyes.
I had a vision of taking care of a man that would appreciate the tender caress of his woman's touch. Appreciated the thoughts of him that she possessed without asking for much in return. Embracing the care she gives him which makes him want to give it back to her a thousand times more.
I had a vision of laying beside you at the end of a long day. Your arms wrapped around me, protecting me, and giving me the feeling of love and care. They tighten their hold on me, letting me know that they would never let me go. They want to feel my softness surrounding them and when you awake in the morning, I'm still in them.
But these are fantasies. Figments of my imagination. They are visions of my hopes that may never be fulfilled. You are an intangible commodity that I cannot save to purchase later. I can wait, but I'm not confident that you'll come.
Although it will take me some time to place you in my past. To tell my heart and mind that you may not be "meant to be".
For now, I will continue to only have visions of you.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Color Of Tea
Disclaimer: All characters, places, etc, are the sole product of the authors imagination. Any resemblance or direct correlations to actual events are purely coincidence.
The Color Of Tea © 2010 Haronica Legette
Any reproduction, distribution, unauthorized sale/publication without express permission of Authors consent is subject to legal action as described under U.S. Copyright laws.
This is an small excerpt of a forthcoming novel. Characters may change as I continue to write this story. Enjoy this small glimpse....
Yes, she was the color of tea, he thought to himself as he poured the steaming hot water in the cup. The water turned brown instantly as the tea bag released its aroma and flavor. He dipped the bag a few times before disposing of it in the trash and took a sip, a slight grin on his face.
Granted, he was romanticizing the entire encounter with her, but her interest was written all over her pretty little face. He couldn’t pass up finding out if that moment that he looked at her was a figment of his imagination. Her eyes were the deepest of brown, almost pitch black with dark long lashes framing the almond shape. Small round nose, pouty lips, and a rounded chin. Her face was heart-shaped and everything seemed small on her compared to him. She was small. He was a few inches taller than her, but her petite body was curvy and just right he thought. Her hair was tied in a bun on the nape of her neck, the brown strands slipping slightly out of its place. Seeing her in the dining room was that second chance he’d passed up when she’d finally walked out of the conference room. Her voice was small also, soft and breathy, a bit shakey he guessed from nerves. He made her nervous? She made him nervous, but most of all, she made him want to kiss her.
Ken had an hour to spare, so he sifted through his cellphone and pressed the call button. After three rings, she picked up.
“You do realize I’m in the middle of something, Kenny.” Her voice wasn’t as irritated as her words sounded.
“It’s important, Lou.” He laughed. “Besides, it’s only 7 pm.”
“Dinner is cooking.” He heard the slam of the oven door and laughed. “Shut up!” she laughed with him.
“I feel so sorry for Tommy.” He murmured. “He got saddled with a woman who can’t even boil water, much less heat up a simple t.v. dinner.”
“I’ll have you know that I followed a recipe and it smells amazing!” she said with pride.
“Yeah, whatever.” Ken chuckled.
“So, what’s so important.”
“I met a woman.”
“You always meet women, Kenny.” She snorted.
“No, I met “her”” he emphasized.
“Every girl you meet is “her”, Kenny, come on!”
“ No, no, no! I felt it. I felt it and so did she, Lou. How did you feel when you met, Thomas?”
“Annoyed.” She laughed.
“Okay, when you fell in love with him.”
“I don’t know, he felt…right.”
“She feels “right”…Lou, she feels “right”.”
“You just met her, Ken, How do you know she’s the “one”. It’s also Vegas for goodness sake. Don’t do anything stupid! You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” she asked, suddenly concern in her voice.
“No!” Ken chuckled. “She’s the color of tea, Lou.” He whispered as he looked in his half empty tea cup.
“She’s green?” Lou laughed out loud at her joke.
“Shut up.” Annoyed, Ken blew out a breathe. “She feels right, I felt it, Lou. I felt it.”
“Then, take it slow, Ken. I don’t want you hurt like before.” She whispered.
“No, this isn’t remotely like Sara, Lou. This is on some next level mess. Something I can’t wrap my head around and it’s scaring the crap out of me, yet making me happy and excited at the same time!” he inhaled deeply. “Shit, I have to go, I’m meeting her in fifteen minutes. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait, Ken!”
“What?”
“The color of tea?” she whispered. “Ken…”
“I don’t care…bye.” He hung up the phone and hurried out of his hotel room, pushing his sisters unsaid words to another part of his mind. He didn’t want to think about it. He wasn’t going to think about it. This was right now and that was the past.
The Color Of Tea © 2010 Haronica Legette
Any reproduction, distribution, unauthorized sale/publication without express permission of Authors consent is subject to legal action as described under U.S. Copyright laws.
This is an small excerpt of a forthcoming novel. Characters may change as I continue to write this story. Enjoy this small glimpse....
Yes, she was the color of tea, he thought to himself as he poured the steaming hot water in the cup. The water turned brown instantly as the tea bag released its aroma and flavor. He dipped the bag a few times before disposing of it in the trash and took a sip, a slight grin on his face.
Granted, he was romanticizing the entire encounter with her, but her interest was written all over her pretty little face. He couldn’t pass up finding out if that moment that he looked at her was a figment of his imagination. Her eyes were the deepest of brown, almost pitch black with dark long lashes framing the almond shape. Small round nose, pouty lips, and a rounded chin. Her face was heart-shaped and everything seemed small on her compared to him. She was small. He was a few inches taller than her, but her petite body was curvy and just right he thought. Her hair was tied in a bun on the nape of her neck, the brown strands slipping slightly out of its place. Seeing her in the dining room was that second chance he’d passed up when she’d finally walked out of the conference room. Her voice was small also, soft and breathy, a bit shakey he guessed from nerves. He made her nervous? She made him nervous, but most of all, she made him want to kiss her.
Ken had an hour to spare, so he sifted through his cellphone and pressed the call button. After three rings, she picked up.
“You do realize I’m in the middle of something, Kenny.” Her voice wasn’t as irritated as her words sounded.
“It’s important, Lou.” He laughed. “Besides, it’s only 7 pm.”
“Dinner is cooking.” He heard the slam of the oven door and laughed. “Shut up!” she laughed with him.
“I feel so sorry for Tommy.” He murmured. “He got saddled with a woman who can’t even boil water, much less heat up a simple t.v. dinner.”
“I’ll have you know that I followed a recipe and it smells amazing!” she said with pride.
“Yeah, whatever.” Ken chuckled.
“So, what’s so important.”
“I met a woman.”
“You always meet women, Kenny.” She snorted.
“No, I met “her”” he emphasized.
“Every girl you meet is “her”, Kenny, come on!”
“ No, no, no! I felt it. I felt it and so did she, Lou. How did you feel when you met, Thomas?”
“Annoyed.” She laughed.
“Okay, when you fell in love with him.”
“I don’t know, he felt…right.”
“She feels “right”…Lou, she feels “right”.”
“You just met her, Ken, How do you know she’s the “one”. It’s also Vegas for goodness sake. Don’t do anything stupid! You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” she asked, suddenly concern in her voice.
“No!” Ken chuckled. “She’s the color of tea, Lou.” He whispered as he looked in his half empty tea cup.
“She’s green?” Lou laughed out loud at her joke.
“Shut up.” Annoyed, Ken blew out a breathe. “She feels right, I felt it, Lou. I felt it.”
“Then, take it slow, Ken. I don’t want you hurt like before.” She whispered.
“No, this isn’t remotely like Sara, Lou. This is on some next level mess. Something I can’t wrap my head around and it’s scaring the crap out of me, yet making me happy and excited at the same time!” he inhaled deeply. “Shit, I have to go, I’m meeting her in fifteen minutes. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait, Ken!”
“What?”
“The color of tea?” she whispered. “Ken…”
“I don’t care…bye.” He hung up the phone and hurried out of his hotel room, pushing his sisters unsaid words to another part of his mind. He didn’t want to think about it. He wasn’t going to think about it. This was right now and that was the past.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Update....June 2010
First and foremost, I want to thank everyone who has supported me by purchasing From This Day Forward . It's been slow, but I expected it because of my lack of advertising. I've since sent off Red Autumn, so I'm still waiting for a response, publishing wise. Breaking the Rules is on my agenda for sending off again now.
For many of you, or all of you (lol), I do have an alter ego. You might have read my stories under the alias on FictionPress. I won't say what/or who it is, but I've thrown it around somewhat, but eventually when I submit the book, I hope you all will be ready for a great ride in the world of fantasy!
:o)
Ronee
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