Thats All She Wrote
The dream just wouldn’t stop. Every night as Cassie closed her eyes, he came, hair thick as an Indian’s and black as the tip of an oil stick, deep sienna complexion, milk chocolate eyes, and black lines that spread across his face like a spider web looming nose to nose behind her eyelids. She woke every morning slick with sweat. She didn’t understand what it meant. She had never met this man, never even see a tattoo like his, but there he was, every night, front and center, over and over again. There wasn’t even a character in the story she was working on like him.
She was at an impasse with her story anyway; the characters not moving along quite the way she wanted them to, resistant to the changes she wanted them to make. She was rather pleased with her story as it stood so far. It was a colorful tale of the high seas, full of scurvy pirates, voluptuous maidens, and the proverbial English gentleman. It was an adventure with just the right amount of drama, just enough comedy, and a twist or two. Just as the maiden was whisked off to sea in her petticoats, it fell flat. She knew her tale needed something though she hadn’t figured out what yet.
She resisted as long as she could before saving her work, though she had gotten no further, and found her bed. Before she could even close her eyes completely, there he was. Plump lips moved though she couldn’t hear the words. Invisible hands touched her cheeks, and his face loomed closer, like a petulant child demanding attention.
“Write me in, make me a hero,” his request, so simply stated before he disappeared.
So she did, to the very end.
If you haven’t figured it out, this week, we’d like you to write a piece in which a tattoo figures prominently. Fiction or creative non-fiction. You will have 300 words with which to play. I have 294.
I am also linking up with the Studio 30+ writing prompt for this week: Haunted.
So, tell me what you think as concrit is ALWAYS welcome.