Here is my contest entry that finaled. It didn’t win. Though it did get some votes (maybe if I pimped myself more, asked for votes then it would have been higher - not that that’s what happened - not implying anything.)

She spotted him immediately when she entered, seated at the bar. Renaldo was surrounded by his two business partners, each man flanked by a silicone enhanced woman.

The hostess stepped out from behind her podium, looking Evelyn’s outfit of a simple pair of faded jeans and tank top, up and down with her wrinkled nose but it was her sour expression which told all.

Normally she would have taken more care with her attire, dressed more appropriated but tonight her focus wasn’t on dress code but going after what she wanted.

She hated the smile which was instantaneous now whenever he was around. Blowing out she approached the bar and tapped the woman who’d wrapped herself around Renaldo’s side.

The group turned, looked at her but her gaze remained centered him.

“You accused me of not being real, not being honest with you about who I am and what I want. I want someone to talk to on the way home, no matter the time.” She paused, cleared her throat, stepping closer to him. “I want a friend. I don’t just want the hot, sweaty, monkey, acrobatic, mind blowing sex. I want love and romance, moonlight and roses, snuggling on the couch and kissing in the rain.”

Finally she moved in, taking her place next to him, edging the other woman out and back toward his friend.

“A friend, lover, dance partner, champion, protector, provider… I want it all. House, kids, career and home-cooked meals. And it pisses me off. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. It was supposed to be just sex. My life… I had everything figured out, what I would be doing and by what age.”

His hand rose to caress her cheek and she leaned into his touch. Briefly relishing the gentle touch and what the words could not convey. Her rich coffee colored eyes linked to his deep sapphire ones.

“I never dated anyone like you. You see me, not an extension of my family or for what lies in between my thighs. You changed my life, pushed me off my square and told me I was beautiful and meant it.”

“Siete bei il mia amore.”

“I want the fucking happily ever after.” She sighed, stepped back, “Now the ball is in your court.” Turning, she walked away, not looking back. Her head hoped he would follow, her heart knew he would.

Tags: 400 Words, Flash Fiction, My Writing, Want //