No Reply No CallA Story by Dunlack
Beautiful she was. Beauty would have taken one look at her and
felt self-conscious. Blinded by her cutlery like qualities as I began my mental
preparation to make her my very own. For those who just experienced a
"g-5" moment from that last comment, the term cutlery is only used
during the finest of occasions. And that she was. I knew her oh so well. Yet
she was rather mysterious. Ignorance forced me to build this ideal woman from
hours of text messaging and a few photos. Sadly I never received the honors
of looking her in the eyes or wrapping my hands around her waist like the label
on the sweetest wine. If ever given the opportunity, that heart of hers would
have gotten wetter than the tip of my tongue during sexual recess... But she preferred to play on the seesaw of confusion. Acting
just as uncertain as I was certain. Leaving me under the city lights with no
reply. Did her clock strike twelve? My questioning may sound far fetched, but
why else would she have left me there positioned in such a way that held similarities
to that of our past brotha's whom participated in the Greensboro sit-ins.
Refusing to serve me up a plate of love. Something my heart yearned for…You
know what…f**k it…why pour out my soul on this fancy handkerchief, when all she
can hear is "baby I'm sorry take me back" playing over and over in her
ear. He had his chance. Damn she could have at least called just to say "I
rather be his victim once more". © 2013 Dunlack |
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on January 12, 2013 AuthorDunlackChicago, ILAboutI'm a young writer from the city of Charlotte, NC with the ambitions of being known world wide for my work. I'm a Graduate of Gardner-Webb University, and will be furthering my education at DePaul Uni.. more..Writing
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