MLMM Photo Challenge — Come Hither

8272cea8-1bdc-4e53-af78-2826bb665928I stopped short when I saw her sitting on the steps leading up to the brownstone in which I had an apartment. She was looking up at me, her head slightly tilted, her large, expressive eyes staring, and her red Mona Lisa-like lips smiling. She was stunningly beautiful and I was mesmerized.

She was sitting there, learning slightly forward, with her arms resting on her knees and her feet arched in such a way that exposed most of her shapely legs. I’m almost ashamed to tell you that I wondered whether or not she was wearing panties, and the thought that she might not be was arousing.

She continued to look at me with a sort of come hither expression on her face, inviting me to engage with her. I finally gathered myself. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?” I asked.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.

“I know everyone who lives in this building,” I said. “Perhaps if you give me the name of the person you’re waiting for, I can be of some assistance.”

She smiled and said, “Do you like what you see?” Then she shifted her position slightly and in such a way that allowed me to confirm that she was, indeed, not wearing panties.

“Are you a lady of the night?” I asked.

She laughed. “You never answered my question,” she said.

“What question was that?” I asked.

“Do you like what you see?” she repeated.

“And you never answered my question,” I said. “Who are you waiting for?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you,” she said, a sensual smile gracing her face. She stood up and slowly walked down a few steps until she was standing right in front of me. She took another step forward, reached her arms up and flung them around my neck. She pressed herself tight against me, the smell her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up on her tiptoes and moved her mouth toward mine. She pressed her soft, warm, moist lips up against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt almost faint and had to lean against her for support.

She pulled her head back, smiled up at me, and said, “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes, honey, but if you’re in the mood, maybe we can have a quickie before we eat.”

“Oh, I’m so in the mood,” I said to my wife, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her up the steps and into our apartment.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Unexpected Tales.

Photo Challenge — Life Imitates Art

DFE95346-FB4C-46E3-929C-0F289608AC19I had dozed for a few minutes, the rhythm of the swaying bus getting the best of my tired eyes. An abrupt stop, followed by a blaring horn, woke me up. When I opened my eyes and looked across the aisle, I saw a vision, a living Mona Lisa.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but she was still there, staring at me with her Mona Lisa smile, her right hand resting on her left, just like the pose in the da Vinci portrait.

I realized that I couldn’t not say something to this personification of one of the world’s greatest work of art. “Excuse me,” I said. “Are you an model?” I asked.

“No,” she said, maintaining her slight smile. “I’m a nurse.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like the woman in the da Vinci masterpiece,” I said.

“Yes, I get that a lot,” she admitted.

“Do you intentionally dress that way, wear your hair that way, sit that way, and smile that way,” I asked.

“No, of course not,” she said. “This is just who I am, how I dress, how I sit, and how I look.”

The guy in the seat next to her got off the bus at the next stop and I moved over and sat next to her. “My name is Leo,” I said.

“Hi Leo, I’m Mona,” she said, holding out her right hand for me to shake.

“Mona?” I said. “Seriously, your name is Mona? What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’re last name is Lisa?”

“Oh no,” she said. “My last name is Schaefer. Lisa is my middle name.”

“Get out,” I said. “Your name is Mona Lisa Schaefer?”

“Yes,” she said. “And you are?”

“I told you, my name is Leo.”

“Leo who?” she asked.

“Leo Vincenti”

“And what do you do, Leo Vincenti?”

“I’m a painter.”

“As in houses?”

“No, as in portraits,” I answered. “In fact, I’d like to paint your portrait, Mona. You have a classic, timeless look.” I pulled out my sketch pad and a piece of charcoal and quickly sketched her. When I was done, I held it up to showed it to her.

“Oh, this is my stop,” she said, and hurriedly got off the bus.E0FB8DF3-1F77-45B4-ACE8-2EDEC74A7B3F.jpeg


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Reddit.com. Drawing credit: Pinterest

Photo Challenge — The World in the Palm of Your Hand

761611FB-1885-4170-9F54-AA25893563F9“I’ve never seen anything like this,” the waitress said. “This is remarkable.”

At 22, Darlene was at a crossroad in her young life. She had just graduated from college with a philosophy degree, but had so far been unable to get a job. Her parents had paid for undergraduate school, but told her that, going forward, she was on her own. So now she had to figure out what to do next.

And so Darlene entered the Psychic Café. She heard that all of the servers were fortune tellers who could, if you wanted them to, interpret your tea leaves, read your palm, or even sit at the table across from you with a crystal ball. So why not give it a shot? What did she have to lose?

“What do you mean that you’ve never seen anything like this?” Darlene asked.

Sitting across the table from Darlene, the waitress reached over and grabbed Darlene’s hand. She asked Darlene to open her fist and said, “Darlene, you have the world in the palm of your hand. I know you’re grappling with what to do next in your life, but it doesn’t matter. You will live a charmed life and become an extremely accomplished woman. I see in your palm that you will move heaven and Earth in an amazing way. You are virtually limitless.”

“Really?” Darlene said. “You see all that in my palm? That is remarkable. Oh my God, I can’t thank you enough. You have given me the confidence to keep going. How can I ever repay you?”

The waitress wrote something on her order pad, ripped off the top sheet, folded in in half, and handed it to Darlene before leaving the table.

Darlene opened the check and gasped. It read

  • Cup of Coffee…………………………$3.00
  • Psychic Palm Reading…………..$50.00

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Art Universe @ Instagram.

Photo Challenge — Lucky to be Alive

A3882195-0184-4854-B245-E37184CF5153Detectives Morrisey and Hayden were the first to respond to the 9-1-1 call. The building superintendent met the two detectives in the lobby and led them up to the apartment where the neighbor who made the emergency call was waiting to meet them. They heard the sounds coming from within the flat — alternating whimpers and screams. Morrisey ordered the super to unlock the door, which he did. Upon entering the apartment, the two detectives followed the sounds to the bathroom.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Hayden exclaimed as the two men stepped into the small bathroom. The woman in the bathtub full of ice water was almost blue. She looked up at them with pure fright in her eyes. “We’re the police,” Hayden said. “We’re here to help you.” He started to reach down into the tub to pull her out when Morrisey stopped him.

“Don’t move her,” Morrisey said. “I’ve seen something like this before. We need to get the paramedics out here if we’re going to save her life. Call a bus,” he ordered.

Hayden called for an ambulance. “What is it?” he asked his partner.

Morrisey looked at the young woman in the tub. “Can you hear me?” he asked. She nodded. “I know you’re cold and miserable, but we can’t take you out of the tub. Do you remember how you got here?” She shook her head, indicating that she did not. “Can you talk?” he asked.

“I’m so cold,” she said in barely a whisper.

“I know,” Morrisey said in a soothing voice, “but we can’t move you. The paramedics are on their way. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jan,” she said.

“Hi, Jan. I’m Jim. Do you know how you got here?”

She shook her head no.

“What is the last thing you do remember?” He asked.

“I was at a Halloween party,” she answered quietly, her voice shaky. “I had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy.”

“Did you go to the party alone or were you with someone?” Morrisey asked.

“I went with a few girlfriends from work,” she answered. “The party was being thrown by a boyfriend of one of them.” She was silent for a moment. “I remember talking to this guy who was dressed as Dracula. I thought it was strange when he asked me what my blood type was, but I figured that he was just being in character. Then he started telling me about his mother who was very ill and was on the waiting list for a kidney transplant, but her prognosis was poor.”

“Go on,” Morrisey said.

“That’s it,” she said. “The next thing I remember was waking up here, unable to move.”

Hayden called in from the other room. “The paramedics are here.”

Morrisey turned to the woman. “These men will get you out of here and take you to the hospital, Jan. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

Morrisey stepped out of the bathroom to give the paramedics room to get Jan out of the tub so they could get her to the ambulance. On the way out of the apartment, one of the paramedics whispered something to Morrisey. “I thought so,” Morrisey responded.

“So what’s the deal?” Hayden asked.

“Some guy dressed liked Dracula at a Halloween party last night drugged her, brought her to this fleabag place and harvested a kidney,” Morrisey said. “She’ll make it, but she’s lucky to be alive.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Kayla Erin.

MLMM Photo Challenge — The Ugly Reality

E44E6FAD-2C57-4B60-B142-B735C4F0D11D“Oh my God, Samantha,” Eric said. “Your Halloween costume is amazing.”

“Thanks, Eric,” Samantha said. “I’m so glad you like it.”

“How long did it take you to put on that makeup? And how did you get your eyes to look that way?” Eric asked.

“To be honest with you, Eric,” Samantha said, “I didn’t put on this makeup. I took off the makeup I usually wear.”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Sam,” Eric said.

“It’s really quite simple, Eric,” Samantha said. “This, what you see, is who I really am. We are all phantoms who put on a totally different face for all the world to see. We all put on our masks so that others can see us as we want them to see us. None of us is, deep down inside, who we appear to be.”

“That’s not true, Samantha, Eric said. “I’m a what you see is what you get kind of a guy. Now please stop this nonsense. You’re kinda freaking me out here.”

“Oh, Eric, are you really that naive?” Samantha asked. “Do you actually think you’re the person inside that you try so hard to get others to see?”

“Yes, of course,” Eric said. “I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less.”

Samantha reached out and grabbed Eric’s hand and led him inside the house to a large mirror in her bedroom. “Take a hard look in the mirror and tell me what you see,” she commanded.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sam?” Eric asked. “I see my reflection.”

“Close your eyes and open up to your true soul,” Samantha commanded. Eric felt a strange sensation overwhelm his body. “Now open your eyes,” she said, “and see who you really are under your mask.”

Eric slowly opened his eyes, looked in the mirror, and began to scream.29E4B2C2-0176-424C-903C-DFC75FE58224


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Top photo credit: Kaia Pieters. Bottom photo credit: Google Images.