Scribblings by Sarah

One More Time

Even with a plethora of songs on my iPod, none of them, were filling the void I was feeling today. I flicked from one track to the next, feeling ever more, musically dissatisfied. I needed something that would turn my mood around.

Suddenly, I was struck with an idea. I wandered over to the buffet and pulled open the top drawer. Inside, I carefully extracted an old 45 vinyl record. Turning it slowly in my fingers, I smiled. Yes, I mused, pleased with myself. This would scratch my itch!

I opened the lid of my old, 80s stereo (that remarkably, still worked – they didn’t design things like this anymore) and flicked the power switch to on. A satisfying crackle of static hummed through the speakers, ever so briefly. Placing the vinyl on the the turntable, I manually guided the thin needle into the first groove of the record’s A side.

As the opening chimes of the piano riff began, I immediately began to feel soothed. The sound was amazing as it boomed through the stereo speakers, surrounding me and carrying me away. The molten voice of Gloria Gaynor soon sponged off all the hurt, rejection and disappointment, replacing it with something else.

A righteous, empowering, spirit overcame me, and I found myself jumping up; dancing and singing along, alone in my lounge room. In that moment, I knew things were going to be okay. I would be okay.

But as the final words of the song faded out, I decided I had better play it one more time, just to be sure…

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Suddenly; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 335, Words – design, plethora, soothe, groove, final, none, vinyl, chime, void, sponge, song, one

Stories by Sarah

No Zen

Image credit Dioga Costta

We met at a local coffee shop. The smell of brewing coffee wafted over to the booth where we sat.

It was my first Tinder date and I was nervous as hell. I gripped my coffee mug with white-knuckled fervour, and looked over at my date.

His profile had disclosed his name was ‘Zen’, he was 35 and played piano; a classical specialist. I had thought to myself before I swiped right, that he obviously befitted his namesake. He was good looking, but almost a little too good looking. One of those guys so well manicured, you suspect they may take longer to get ready than you. At least he matched his profile picture. THAT was a bonus.

I thought of my own profile and cringed inwardly at the zany profile picture and lame attempt at humour. My name is Zahara. Like the desert but with a Z….oh well, he had chosen me too.

“So…” he began awkwardly. The silence was becoming uncomfortable. “Nice day out there.”

Oh gees, I thought, the weather? Seriously!? The cards were folding on this relationship already. My zen Zen’s shiny gold paint tarnishing just a little.

“Yeah, looks like Winter may finally be on it’s way out. So Zen, where do you play?” I asked, trying to steer towards a more meaningful topic of conversation.

He looked at me blankly. “Play?”

“Yes. The piano?”

It was only a micro expression, but I saw the light in his eyes flicker a little and register something, as if recalling a lie.

“Oh yes, the piano, right! I wasn’t sure if you meant footy. I play here and there, you know how it is.”

Hmmm, nice elusive answer! I noted to myself.

“Anywhere I’d know?” I probed.

“Probably not,” he replied, shutting that line of questioning down.

I tried again, not willing to surrender just yet. “What do you do for fun?” I enquired. “Do you have any hobbies?”

With that, his face lit up. I looked into his eyes, which were shining bright. Jackpot. I congratulated myself.

“Oh yeessss,” he drawled seductively, “I have very fun hobbies.”

Surprised by the change in his demeanour, I laughed nervously. “Really?”

“Maybe I should show you?” he murmured suggestively.

I didn’t like his tone, and my face flushed with heat. “Ah. Um. How about you just tell me first.”

“Oh that’s no fun. Want to get out of here?” he asked.

Thinking he meant for a walk, I heard myself agreeing. He paid for the coffee and as we left, he slung his arm around my shoulders. We walked a block or so, when he turned me around, pushed me up against a building and began kissing me. His hand moved to my breast.

Shocked, I pulled my mouth away from his, ripped his grubby hand off me and said, “Hey. I’m not okay with that.”

“What did you think was going to happen?” he said matter-of-factly.

“Not. THAT!” I hissed.

“Come on,” he cajoled. “Why waste time with conversation and coffee when you and I both know this is about sex. A bit of fun.”

He leaned in again but I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away. “I’m not having ‘fun’ and especially not with you.”

His eyes darkened and in that moment, his face looked like a demon. He clearly wasn’t used to hearing ‘no’.

“Well, you’re not really my type anyway, sweetheart. I prefer my woman a little…thinner. A little…prettier. A little…more than anything you’re offering.” he sneered.

His words were cruel and played on every insecurity I had. It was as if he had a window into my mind, poking around my secret shame. Humiliated, my face burned as I pushed him away. Making my escape from him, I couldn’t believe I’d been played, assaulted and insulted, all in the space of half an hour. The dating dream had failed. There was no zen. All I had found was a beast woven to a soul.

No more Tinder for me. Next time I’d leave things to fate.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, conversationpreferexpress; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Writing Prompt #215 – Stories By 5, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Prompt #10, Imagine Dragons – Demons
The five : Topic – a humiliating rejection, Names – Zen and Zahara, Instrument – piano, Scent – brewing coffee, Verb – surrender

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Sunrise Calling

musical waves crash
against sky of coloured art
a show called sunrise

By Sarah ©2017

Image credits By Sarah, taken at Nambucca Heads Main Beach, NSW

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #41 – music, art

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Calm Before The Storm

Image credit By Sarah ©

It’s getting eerie quiet
The clouds are turning grey
Thunder screams across the sky
The birds have flown away

Dancing on the mountains
Shadows mark them as their own
The barren eucalyptus branches
Start to creak and groan

The wind picks up its tailcoats
And howls around the place
Its blustering rage assaults me
My heart begins to race

The air smells thick of ozone
Electric shivers on my skin
Lightning strike is eminent
Any moment will begin

The calm before the storm
Tells me “Hey, it’s time to go!”
But something keeps me planted
I want to see the show

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Promp Daily Post, dancing; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Prompt #8 – Calm Before The Storm

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Air Guitar

This is one of my favourite photos of my beloved hubby! Taken at a NYE party a few years back, the DJ clearly put on a favourite song! I love his total absorption in the music and how he’s rocking that air guitar 🎸 🤘🏻

Prompt: Dutch Goes the Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge – Week 62, Music

Stories by Sarah

Walking On Your Hands

Trigger warning: violence against women, moderate language

I should have known things would not end well, after he stormed out of my disastrous 21st birthday, hurling abuse at my parents and running into the night.

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