During the summer, the sun rises in my rear view mirror as I drive to work in the morning. It always seems to be a particularly gorgeous sunrise on the days when I am running late. I actually talk to myself "Rachel, you don't have TIME to stop and take a picture of that sunrise. I don't care how beautiful it is." But I have to do it. I can't continue my drive to work, and ignore that photo, just sitting there waiting to be taken. I can't NOT stop. You know what I mean?But there's something that most people DON'T know about me. I mentioned it in my first blog as well. In addition to photography, I also write. It started with a poetry assignment in 6th grade. I have continued to write poetry, and have recently (within the last 5 years or so) begun writing stories. One story in particular could probably be a published romance novel if I could ever get the words out of my head and onto paper. I have also written a few short stories, though I most likely will not share those here. The language, intensity and sexuality of my short stories would shock anyone who knows me. In fact, I don't think I've even let my husband read any. I think the lead female in my short stories in my alter ego. She always ends up resembling me a little, but she says and does things I have never said or done - not enough guts or too strong of morals. Last night, I just couldn't get to sleep due to the beginnings of a brand new story swirling through my mind. So at 1am I gave in, got up, found a notebook, and scribbled away. I would like to share with you, my readers (you ARE out there right? SOMEONE is reading this??) what I have so far:
He was so young, and she was married. Those sinfully delicious thoughts shouldn’t have been filling her head, but they were. She shouldn’t have been obsessing about him, but she was. All she could think about was how she wanted to press herself against him and kiss him so deeply, so sensually, it would make his head spin, make his blood boil. She thought he might be attracted to her too but it was hard to tell. It had been so long since she even looked at any man other than her husband.She wasn’t a typical beauty. She was a mother of two. With each pregnancy she had added a little weight, but she was round and soft in all the right places. Her hair was mousy brown but silky to the touch. She had cut it short a few years back, but it was cut in such a way that, when styled just right, could show the fun and funky wild side she usually kept hidden from the world. She taught an art class at the local college, three nights a week. That’s where she met him.When she had walked into the classroom for the first time, she noticed him right away. He sat in the back row. Thin and lanky, he had his legs stretched out as if he was in his own living room. He appeared relaxed and mellow, but under his baseball cap she could see his eyes taking in everything in the room, including her. Springy hair thinly covered his cheeks and chin, as if he hadn’t shaved in a week or two. It didn’t take away from his looks though. In fact, in her opinion, scruffy was sexy. When he took his turn to stand and introduce himself, rather than looking at the rest of the class, he looked only at her and by the time he was done, she felt as though he had undressed her with his eyes.She told herself that she imagining things of course, that she was being silly. But she couldn’t help noticing over the next few weeks, how the models in his assignments bore some resemblance to her. This one had her hair color and style. That one had her eyes, the shape of her eyebrows, the exact slope of her nose. She even recognized her own birthmark peeking out from the model’s neckline. Again, she told herself she was being ridiculous, merely looking for similarities, and finding what she was looking for.
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