This is for 3WW.
As she walked to the kitchen cabinet with two lazy Susan’s, enough antioxidants, supplements and vitamins so that she could go on different regimes every week for two months, she thought that in thirteen days she could clean out her Keogh if she desired. She didn’t desire to and was somewhat impressed with how not-depressed the thought made her.
Six months from 60 is young. She could reinvent herself up to three times more if she so desired….”Desired” she was hung up with being desired. She didn’t want to be younger. She wanted to be the girl who had inspired boys and men to irrational, oft times erratic behavior. Right it was the irrational, erratic she didn’t miss. OK she was guilty of the same.
She had been a drama queen who starred in an epic the Weinstein brothers would be proud to produce.
Was it worth living a temptuous love life when she saw so many couples so at ease with each other? She wouldn’t have known how to begin. Men had always been a drain on her. So why was there a nibble in her ear telling her actually try?
No she wouldn’t. She liked the ease of the boy toy. The nibble on the ear that led to a night of debauchery. Shit she was so immature. Wasn’t there much more to a life of committed sex?
Rick texted. She agreed to meet him at ten in the town’s hotel bar. He was 33. 33 and less than seventeen percent body fat. Young boys, they loved to give body fat stats and really how much else did they have to talk about? Casey Johnson’s death?
She had a nibble of yogurt as her mother would have said, walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bath and began getting ready.
Nice piece!
Happy New Year!
Wicked good, Pia. I like the feel to this, teh texture of your words and she considers her moves.
(And glad to have you back at 3WW.)
The worlds were tough this was good, all in a days work for you though.
I agree, Cooper, this was good. I’m reminded of the character Blanche DuBois in Tennessee Williams’ epic play “A Streetcar Named Desire”.
Brava for women who don’t let a little thing like numbers stop them from expressing themselves in every way. Well written!
Hi Pia,
This was a great look over the hump (pardon the pun)and what maybe in store for the women who didn’t marry or settled down.
hhmmm lovely i liked it. love the style of writing.. have been know to create the The nibble on the ear that led to a night of debauchery hangs his head low in shame remembering he nights in Colorado with an exwife that went wrong. Hope to hear from you againenjoyed your visit..to This Blog Of Mine.
I like her 😀
Interesting… I started to do some self-reflection then thought better of it.
What’s the point of a nibble of yogurt?
Thanks All 🙂 There isn’t a point of a nibble of yogurt, Doug, that’s why I had her think about her mother 🙂
I think every single “mature” woman should have a chance to be a cougar 🙂
ooh wicked good. I like that she wonders if she shouldn’t regret her life choices and then is sooo over it.
She has similarities to other characters you’ve written about.
I just realized I’ve never had a cougar after me. Hmm, have I already passed my cougar-attracting years? Maybe I should check my body fat.
hilarious…. time never runs out for one who looks forward to the next challenge…
Good for her–ok, maybe I dont’ believe in her lifestyle because I’m a bible thumper–but WOW!
I loved loved LOVED the fact that you wrote about a senior citizen.
Isn’t it lovely to think that we all have so much to look forward to?
Well done–
chrisd
ps Sorry it took me so long to comment.