#BlogBattle 44- Worm

#BlogBattle 44- Worm

Once again, I try my hand at a #BlogBattle. I am trying to get a better handle on things related to my writing, and coming up with a story based on a prompt is supposed to be a good exercise. One I do not avail myself of too frequently.

If anyone hasn’t seen, my end-of-year experience left much- way too much- to be desired, and it’s taking a bit of, not just time, but effort to better some things in my day to day operations so I won’t have to go through it again.

So, I again post a brand new story for this week’s offering.

#BlogBattle 44- The prompted word is “worm.”

Rules:

  1. 1000 words max.
  2. Fictional tales (or true if you really want).
  3. PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
  4. Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related.
  5. Go for the entertainment value!
  6. State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
  7. Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST.
  8. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
  9. Have fun!

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The Dance

A romance

He had no intention of trying to worm his way out of this one.

Phillip had tried to get it together before, and at the crucial moment, he could only hem and haw, stutter and stammer. He would finally give up and redirect so he could, once again, avoid what he knew would happen anyway.

Fear. Plain and simple fear would creep upon him anytime he wanted to make a positive change. Lea represented the most positive change he had ever been confronted with. It scared the daylights out of him.

When with her, he felt invigorated. He felt he could accomplish anything with her there. Indeed, her presence could be directly linked to his new promotion. VP of design, a position that would push him over the six-figure income he so desired.

This event called for a celebration. He booked the fanciest ballroom in the state. Invited all the upper-crust clients and potentials.

The Caterer came well recommended, and would be there well stocked.

Many times he wanted to call it off, write whatever checks were necessary for canceling, and crawl back into his hole until everyone forgot and he could figuratively poke his head out and make sure all had calmed down.

He wouldn’t allow it, though. Not this time. Lea deserved better, and he would do all in his power to make sure she got it.

With the party in full swing, the band playing some lively jazz, almost a dozen couples twisted and twirled their way across the floor. Tables lined the walls, the pristine white cloths showing every little light flash reflected toward them.

Phillip entered on the raised foyer, scanning the smiling faces of his guests. When he spotted Lea, his heart felt like it skip a beat, for she looked up into his eyes as soon as he looked her way.

She stood closer to the stage with a group of people, all talking and laughing, leaning toward each other to be heard over the performers.

Her green, floor length dress sparkled with more intensity than the table covers. Flashes reflected off the exquisite stones in her jewelry around her graceful neck, in the studs through her dainty ear lobes.

Instead of skirting the dancers, he maneuvered between them, skillfully not interfering with any body movements. Their eye contact didn’t waver, and she continued unabated with conversations around her.

He felt like a school boy grin had split his face. Her smile silenced the raucous surroundings as he approached. Her eyes the calm Caribbean sea that he drowned in the first time they met, and every time since.

Not saying a word, he held forth his hand. When she took it, he glided her into the midst of the people gyrating in their fancy dress. He stopped and guided her turn into him, placing his left hand above her hip and holding her hand high.

They stepped and gracefully around and through others, who began backing to give the two room.

The band leader saw the young couple moving to a beat they had not been playing. He silenced the band, drawing their attention to the fluid movements.

The piano player began a slow, haunting melody that mirrored their moves. One by one, drums and horns joined, and two other couples took a cue and began moving gracefully around as well.

When they finished their dance, each wondering what happened to the music and the other dancing couples, Phillip led her by the hand out into the gazebo in the garden.

He had ordered some bundles of flowers to be placed around, and a bottle of Cider chilled on the side. Lighting had been dimmed for this special occasion.

He spun her again, easing her to the center of the building. As he knelt down, he saw her chest hitch, her hands flying to her face.

He looked into those clear, blue eyes and knew his life would never be the same. The words didn’t even get caught, nor did they tumble out unintelligibly.

“I cannot have any kind of a life if you’re not in it.” He pulled out the little green box, her favorite color. He looked at her as he opened it and asked, “Lea, would you do me the honor of letting me be your Husband?”

Tears had begun flowing. She took a second to steel her nerves. As she looked at him, she knew she couldn’t worm her way out of this.

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I am a fiction writer;

A creator of larger-than-life heroes of ages gone by;
Great wizards tainted, and those who resist them;

War between interstellar travelers, both on this planet and far away;
Alien races intent on the annihilation of any being not their own,
and weaker ones in need of a savior- as well as the One who becomes their savior.

Clashes with bad people and dangerous places, where only one can survive.

When you get to my writing, sit back, hold on, and enjoy the ride!

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