Wednesday, November 3, 2010

TOYS ~ By Ryn Cricket

TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE  ... dynamic photo ~ ala ART&SOL

 T O Y S
By ~ Ryn Cricket

Halfway home from work, I looked at the clock in my car.  It screamed “4:45!”  I was never going to make it in time.  Was he going to be pissed?  Maybe he wouldn’t even wait.  Fuck!  I tried to get out of the office faster, but all these new employees decided that was the time to bombard me with questions.
            “I really have to go!”  I finally told them.  “I have an important appointment.”  To which they all apologized as I literally ran out the door.  Of course I wasn’t going to tell them it was an appointment with “Jack.”  But then I never divulged my social life outside at work.  That only caused problems.  You tell them one bad thing, and it’s the only thing people remember, and then dwell on.  Anyway, Jack was different.  He held on to his own mysteries and only divulged small pieces of them like little pieces of chocolate that I was always honored to receive. 
            He was a writer.  So amazing with words.  And even though I’m well-read, and well-educated, Jack would often use words I would have to look up when he wasn’t looking.  He always picked the most precise words.  I loved waking up to his little gift of words to start my morning, and talking to all hours of the night.  Even on a work night, I didn’t want to stop or tell him I should sleep.
            My job was so full of pressure, and asserting myself at home was just tiring.  There was no reason to exude confidence, when I could just let the power be usurped.  It felt good to not have all that responsibility and just relax into a complete lack of power struggle.  I certainly couldn’t do that with someone I didn’t trust.  But he loves me.  He shows me all the time.  I could feel a smile coming over my face just thinking about his words, telling me how beautiful and perfect I am, telling me how much he loved and desired me.  Maybe he had told other women that in the past, but he told me I was the one who was everything he had been waiting for.
            I am not going to make it!  DAMN!  I really will be the one he is waiting for if I don’t get home in time.  I hate letting anyone down.  And I will be so disappointed if he’s not there.  Nights without him seem so dark and quiet.  I wonder around looking for something to occupy me and sleep early waiting for the next day that he will enter.
            He sent me all this obscure music that I fell in love with, I don’t know if because I felt it was such a beautiful gift or if it was because I actually really like it.  I made a CD collection and put it on my iPod, just so that it would provide me the soundtrack of my days.
            Finally!  Pulled into the driveway, a little faster than anyone really should, left my bag –I’ll get it later.  Ran in the house, went to the bathroom so I wouldn't have to pee when I was with him, checked my hair and face, ran a brush through my hair, put on some lipstick.  Ok, just the way he likes me.  Went back into the living room, opened my laptop.
            “There you are, Alyssa!”  he said.
            “I know.  I was late.  Work was crazy!”  I began to apologize.
            “It’s alright.  You’re here now.”  He smiled.
            “Yeah but I hate missing any minute with you!”  I said.  He smiled at me again.
            Then he laughed.  “We have our whole future together.  What’s a few little minutes?”
            “That’s true.”  I smiled and laughed back.
            “I know what you need, you understand my needs.  We have quite a future, don’t we?”  He said.  “You’re blushing!”  He caught me.
“When can we actually meet?”  I asked him.  “I want to feel you so bad!”
“Hold on a second, please…Ok, I’m back.  A train ticket from me to you is just $69.  I can be there anytime you purchase one.  I see an interesting irony in that number.”  He laughed.
As we continued talking, I secretly worked on booking the seat.
“You know, I could wait all day to talk to someone who is intelligent, beautiful and knows herself the way you do.”  He said.  I blushed again.  I tried to look normal on the cam, so he couldn’t see what I was doing, or how happy I was about it. 
“I think, my lovely dear, you have charmed me into loving you!”  I blushed again.  I had the two screens open at the same time.  I even got out my credit card, without him seeing.
“It’s done.  I bought it.  You’ll be here Thursday at 8:30 pm.  You’ll be here!  WOW!  In just a few days.  That’s….78 hours, and 42 minutes!  WOW!  I’m so excited!”
“You never cease to surprise me!”  He laughed again, at what I thought was my over zealousness, but really, it was because he had had this exact conversation.  This was the eighth time he was able to convince someone to send for him this summer.  Not only would he get laid, he’d win that $500 bet with Mark.  Hell, maybe he’d even get to see that movie everyone’s been talking about.
 (c) 2010 ~ Author Ryn Cricket


How 'bout that? When a writer meets a writer ~ comin' through the wry? Ryn Cricket can chirp wry and encompass 'why?' ... yet you'll never catch this writer'gal being high and dry. As the old tune warbles, "She's got highhhh hopes" < and she knows how to use 'em!

I've been glad to come across her gutsy writing style in the worlds she reaches and to feel a glimpse of that resilient spirit at each passing smile or smirk or "Atta Girl" that her words evoke. They go personal, they go passionate and perennially they hold her up and bolster past where any storm may enter.

You keep chirpin' Cricket.

We're listenin' ... Write ... write ... write. 

BIJOU BOUQUET ~ pic ala GeraldBrazell
and our fine staff of renown
  sending best of good good good vibrations to conquer those damnation critters ~

"Lady be a Champ!"


Carrie Clevenger said...

Evil man. I want to kick him where the sun don't shine. RYn, we're here for you darlin'. <3

FreshGreenKim said...

Bitter smirk as you keep you sass during these times. We love you and are praying for you. As to Mr. Toys with women? Men like that always get theirs. Justice works funny that way.

Laura Eno said...

We're here for you, Ryn. Keep your spirit, your anger...don't give in to despair.
Thanks, *Kate, for spreading the word.

Madam Z said...

Dear Ryn, I give you an A+ on your "Toys" story, and a big fat F to that nasty "Jack."

Now let's all work hard to give a big fat "F" to that yucky "C" word that has snuck into your life. I'm Madam Z, and I have looked into my crystal ball and see that you will emerge triumphant in your battle. Keep on writing, and keep us posted on your progress.

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Rallying Ryn ... Madam Z's crystal ball has never been known to fail. Why look at her storylines ~ She sees all, knows all ...

And I know that with Carrie, Kim and Laura around the same table that Madam Z is pouring out wizdom, there's gonna be one grand *clink* to keep your laughter high and headed forth for life's best gusto. "Absolutely", said Kate

Kevin Michaels said...

Well done Ryn-
Great story and a nice little jolt there at the end (yea, sometimes you have to love my gender and all the grief we cause...). Keep writing and stay strong.

Anonymous said...

Great twist at the end. Ya got me!
I left you a comment on the interview. xoxo

Ryn Cricket said...

I have actually run across people like this. They had been talking to me for a while. I have to admit, I thought he might say something like, "What excuse would he give his wife this time." But it seemed a little more cliche than what he came up with. I'm all about the twist. Thank you guys for all the encouragement!

Matthew S. Magda said...

Yes, some people are able to treat others like toys, especially since they have been empowered with our ever more sophisticated communication/media toys. Wonderful and insightful story with that special twist of reality. Subtly and skillfully done Ryn.

Unknown said...

Completely dug that twist at the end, Ryn... Well done.

Mike Whitney said...

Nice job! Best to you!

michael ceraolo said...

Great story and interview!!

Pamila Payne said...

I know it's fiction, but I felt bad for her. Very realistic, unfortunately. So many jackasses out there. Great story.

Paul D Brazill said...

Very tasty story with a proper Mr Nasty.

Linda said...

Nasty, nasty dude. He'll get his -- karma always has its way.

And karma will come nack and bless you. Prayers wafting your way. Peace...