Santiago

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I felt so embarrassed with the string of pearls around my neck. We were at a beach, for God’s sake, not last night’s bar. My little black dress, the conduit to last night’s love making, was shackling me on the stones today.

I was so deeply rooted, in my element last night. I use that cranberry and vodka like no one else I know.

And this man, who was so enchanting last night with his plaid shirt and Hispanic kissed skin, somehow grew in the sun and on the beach. He was something more pagan, something blessed by the Mother herself, and he seemed to have jumped straight out of a Pablo Neruda poem. His name was Santiago.

His name was Santiago and that name, though beautiful, wasn’t enough. His name was Santiago and he was taking me to work after a quick morning walk with his dog on the beach.

His name was Santiago and I was so awed and ashamed. He rose brighter than the sun and I couldn’t stand to look anymore. My gaudy matte red lips grew more appealing with the moon and a drink. It was his time, not mine.

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Comments (6 so far!)

  1. Avatar Escapist

    Here’s the picture I used for the challenge and for inspiration:
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/gviarizzo/9821911785/in/explore-2013-09-19

  2. Avatar RockPaperScissors

    Escapist— I really like the voice of this piece. Your narrator’s take on her one night stand is pretty romantic. Maybe it’ll turn into something more than a one night stand. Shoot, I’d like to see some Santiago. This is all pretty pagan. ;)

    Also, nice choice of inspiration. That photo is beautiful in a calm, still way.

  3. Avatar Escapist

    Thank you for the comments!

    I love pagan imagery, it’s just breathtaking to me. I’m glad to hear you like it too.

  4. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Intriguing. It has an odd, almost disjoined flow to it, but it still works. I like the line about a Neruda poem. It’s a very nice depiction of feeling self-conscious and the next morning’s shame and self doubt.

  5. Avatar Escapist

    Thank you for the feedback!
    I’ve been getting a lot of comments about flow, so perhaps that’s something I should look at.

    Neruda is one of my favorite poets by the way, if not my favorite. :)

  6. Avatar Escapist

    Thanks for the feedback, someday_93!

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