A Happy You

                                       

             Erin dug her face deeper into Rafaels chest. She liked it there. It felt like a place where nothing could go wrong. She looked up to him and smiled, while he kissed her forehead.

“Rafey, how did you know you were in love?” she asked her eyes already searching his, for answers. “I dunno baby, I just knew”, said “Rafey” leaning in for a kiss. She sat up straight, the frown, which made him want to laugh, made itself comfortable on her countenance.

“What kind of an answer is that? Dumbbell like you”

“Arre what to say baby, I love you na” he mumbled. She still looked upset. ”Okay you tell me how did you know?”he asked, knowing she always knew what to say.

Erin had the answer to that question for a while now, so pat came the response. “One day I realized my happy place, was a person that is when I knew.” frowned Erin. “I wish you knew too”.

“Now baby if you going to make frownie faces I’m going to have to tickle a smile out of you.”

“I’m warning you, I’m angry ha, you don’t come near me”.

Rafael however had already pinned her down, while he tickled the annoyance out of her. After two whole minutes Erin laughed in surrender. “You know baby, when I realized a happy you makes a happy me, that’s when I knew I was in love with you” grinned Rafael.

Erin snuggled to her happy place, smiling.

              

Because She Believed

Writing project: - My friend Runcil chose five words and a name, which I had to incorporate in a short story, it is short indeed. JThe name:-Reah,, the words:- umbrella, terrace, trains, creation, whisky

                                     Because She Believed

             Reah was certain, if she did fall for a man it would require him to smell of whiskey. Not strongly, of course but a worthy whiff was always a welcome. Men who smelled like men were unfamiliar to her, the perfumed ones seemed to keep their distance but those who smelled of the brown beverage were just about right.

             Her mind wandered, following the scent of her childhood, leading her to the scent of her father, she thought of how he was always unshaven and drunk when he kissed her, how once, he tried passing off "The Trains of the World" as a bedtime story, how with whiskey breath he would whisper in her ear to keep away from the terrace. He spent his life trying to keep her away from drunken men, when he passed away it was then that he truly succeeded. After his death, Reah remembered feeling like an umbrella bent in the wind, wondering if she would regain her poise when it ceased to blow. The wind did die down and with it a tiny portion of her being. She believed for it to be revived, it would require the love of the Makers hairier creation, so she waited for a man who smelled of whiskey.

         Because she believed a sober man was incapable of loving her.