It's been a while
since I've written fiction. But here's one I'm working on.
It's not done so please give me your thoughts and ideas about what you
think should happen, or how you'd like to see it end.
Roger Mann in waking consciousness is the
friendliest gentlest and most agreeable man. He smiles, is
unassuming, asks you what you’d like to do. But asleep, he’s
aggressive—will wrestle with you, pin you down, secure you in his arms
and won’t ever let you inch away. He wraps a woman in his arms
and doesn’t let go. If she turns away for a breath of air—If she
rolls to the side because it’s too hot—he’ll reflexively scoop her back
onto his chest and lock her in tight, then snuggles and hides himself
in her. This scared me at first, gave me terrifying dreams—made
me think he wanted to kill me. But then after six nights of
nightmares, I grew fond of it, of being held tight which made me feel
protected and cared for.
At 6:45am every morning, a wrinkled but perky
old Chinese maid enters Roger’s apartment and gets him ready for
work. She makes him oatmeal and helps him get into his urban park
ranger uniform. He stretches his arms out and she does the
buttons. He sits down and she puts on his socks and ties his
shoelaces.
If there happens to be a girl sleeping with him, the maid will offer to
dress the girl as well in one of two outfits: the “Dorothy dress” which
is a replica from Wizard of Oz and the “Snow White dress” from Disney’s
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I picked the Dorothy dress,
which the maid helped me into, after she helped Roger into his
uniform. At 7:45, Roger leaves his apartment to go to work at
Flushing Meadows Corona Park.
Roger is 6’0”, has dark blond hair, blue
eyes, and an athletic physique. He sometimes has scruff.
When I first met him, I took notice of his forearm which was in my
direct sightline because I’m 5’1 ½ ”. His arms are tan,
masculine, has blond hairs, and I saw a green vein which made me think
he was strong. This all made me feel lightheaded. There was
chemistry between us because he’s large and handsome and I’m little and
beautiful. When two such creatures stand next to each other, the
man will feel ultra masculine and the woman will feel ultra feminine,
which leads to traditional gender role-playing, which leads to sex and
the little old woman who puts on a Dorothy dress.
We’d met in front of the Kmart at Astor Place.
It was 6:45ish on a weeknight, raining hard, and everyone searched for
shelter under the Kmart canopy. When the rain subsided, I walked
to an organic coffee shop. He followed me. I had an Aztec
brownie and peppermint tea and he got an espresso and muffin.
Then we talked about who we were until the shop closed (which was at
8.) Then we walked to a bookstore and talked about books for five
hours. Then we got hungry again and went to a pizza shop.
We parted at 11:30. He bent down and hugged me and said, “Do you
want to see me again?”
I met him again in his Astoria
apartment. He showed me photos of himself from birth through high
school. It was bewildering to see the evolution. He was
born premature. Then he grew into a tall skinny boy with big
glasses who went to church. Then in the last five years he
somehow became a buff surfer dude with an earring. We ate leftover
lasagna, kissed, and had sex. In the morning, I took photos of
him. Then the old lady came in to get us ready for the day.
I met him again in his Astoria
apartment. We kissed, had sex, and ate mac & cheese. In
the morning, I took photos of him and told him about my terrible dream
of him crushing me to death with his weight. He promised he’d
never hurt me in my dreams again.
I met him again in his Astoria
apartment. We ate tilapia, kissed, and had sex. Again he
wrestled with me in his sleep whenever I tried to turn over. In
the morning, I took photos of him.
After two months, I hung up all the photos by
date order on a wall. It was a mosaic quilt of Roger faces.
They were beautiful and radiated feeling. At night, all the
Rogers in the pictures sang together as a chorus in 5-part harmony:
“This is HALLOWEEN, Everybody make a SCENE!”
...to be continued
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