Mar 05 2013

Desires 67

You know, I really need to read the setting better sometimes…. or not… You’d be amazed where that takes you…


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Three


It was the work of a moment for Martin to pack up his guitar and retreat to one of the darker sections of the coffeehouse – where it was blessedly cooler. A cup of his favorite herbal blend was waiting for him at his usual table. Though he scarcely had time to take more than a few sips before confused murmurs – and sadly, a few catcalls – brought his attention back to the stage. Strange… he thought. I don’t remember tonight being an open-mic…

All objections were lost on him, as this lovely vision in black began to sing. For a while, he was as rapt and attentive as the other patrons. Then he felt it…that emphasis, the emotions present in each note of the tune, in every syllable she sung. And he saw it as well, in the way all of the other patrons seemed to channel those emotions. Recognition dawned in those amber eyes….and it wasn’t wholly a happy recognition.

Still, it would have been terribly impolite of him to interrupt such a precious moment. After all, it wasn’t every day that one encountered such a heartfelt and astonishingly pure expression through song. And when she had finished, he was among the first to stand and applaud. She seemed so distraught over something, practically fleeing from the spotlight as quickly as she had stepped into it.

He followed her with his eyes as she secluded herself elsewhere, considering his next action for a moment. Pulling his chair out from the table, he stepped over to the counter once again. Now armed with a second, fresh cup of tea, Martin made his best stealth attempt to get to the mystery singer’s table.

“That was awfully good, for a cover….” He said to her back. One cup was poised in offering in an outstretched hand, a smile on his face belying the jest in his voice. “…and quite brave, to do it a cappella….”


Not really brave, mostly silly and stupid I think…. But we’ll see…



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    Yes, brave, because of Her Majesty’s own self doubts . . . but also open, honest, and, I am sure, stunningly beautiful in its siplicity.

    That’s my story, and I am sticking to it, so please don’t argue, Your Majesty.

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    Won’t argue my heart… But will still be who I am…


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