“Make me,” she said as she lifted the match to the cigarette that hung from her bottom lip. It wiggled there for a moment as she mumbled something, then her lips clamped down upon it; she inhaled.
I surveyed her, curious to know why she was in such a difficult mood. She had what she wanted. I thought the meeting with Ray went particularly well. She was in rare form, batting her lashes, prancing around in that damned short skirt and those damned high heels. Ray was impressed, but I couldn't tell if she did it for him or for me. What difference did it make anyway? She got what she wanted after all.
She let the match burn down to the tips of her finger and thumb, holding it nonchalantly to the side of her face, elbow resting on her hip. Then she flicked it away and cocked her head to the side, never taking her eyes off me. She was challenging me.
I’d had enough of her snide comments and the rotten attitude she’d displayed all night. In fact, hour-by-hour I had grown more infuriated with her insolence until finally I had snapped and insisted she take off those trampy shoes of hers. She inhaled deeply then took the stick from her pouty little mouth to sneer at me.
“Well?” Her thin wrist flopped, elbow still anchored to her hip, palm upward, cigarette between her pale fingers. Silently, I watched the smoke curl upward, unable to move or speak. The movement of her tongue hypnotized me as it curled against her teeth. It darted out to touch the corner of her painted lips before she brought the stick back for another puff.
She was waiting for me to say something. Maybe she was expecting me to yell at her, to defend my position, to grab her dainty wrist and drag her back inside. Angry as I was with her, I couldn’t do any of those things. My inability to move only served to anger me more.
“Are you going to take them off of me or not, tough boy?” Her eyes lit up. They were mocking me. She glanced down at the damned high heels, then back at me, eager to catch my reaction.
“I hate them,” I finally retorted, but I was lying. I loved them.
- An excerpt from something I wrote long ago. Flame created with Apophysis and manipulated in PS.
Wonderful fractal art! I wish I knew more about it, but this is definately one of the better fractal pieces I've seen - everything flows beautifully, and the colors are just great
this is different from your usual...it looks shiny, almost metallic. and for some reason, the colors and the story make me think of the 80's...interesting works, here...
The flame is nice. I like the way it fans in the upper part and I am mesmerized by the interaction with th blues in the lower part.
this is a piece that i will most definately fave.
like a rose or soft silk and satin... the colors are beautiful and hypnotising if you will.
if you tilt it sideways i can see an eye with long lashes highlighted with a thick streak of liner, goes well with the excerpt.
ben
The story
It is a very colorful piece of writing. Are you thinking of doing more with it, or adding more onto it? Just curious...