Bluebell SSS Prompt No. 14 ~ Windmills

                                                                        Within the confines of her sanctuary, her tocador, Senorita Ramirez prepared for the ritual. She inspected her nails. Gross. She made a mental note to self, phone Jean-Paul, as soon as possible. Pamper session required.

The exotic bathrobe dropped to the floor. Lavender-scented steam rose up to greet her. She lowered her ample proportions into the claw foot bath tub. She inhaled… long and deep.

The radio was tuned to her favourite station. A solo voice filled the silences, tried to compete with the thoughts that clamoured in her head.

As she reclined in the tub, her gaze wondered to the robe. She inspected the strong design on the thick velvet pile.

Its sculpted shape boasted swirling patterns, bold and vivid splashes in black and red, curling round and round in endless spirals, without beginning or ending.

Round and round. On and on.

No beginning, no ending.

A wry smile settled on her lips.

That just about summed up her lifestyle.

Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind. The song lingered on her memory.

Red splashes. Vivid. Bold. They mocked her. Echoed the red stains, a product of the previous night's encounter.

Red wine stains, discordant against the off-white tone of a woollen flokati rug, scattered on the tropical hardwood parquet floor.

They had had such a great evening…

She smiled. The memory lingered on her lips.

Red lips. Ruby red. Ah, how he loved that particular shade of red. Didn't they all?

The soprano held a long, plaintive note…

Red blood on the chaise longue. A thin, miserable trickle, slow and unhurried, from the tiniest orifice… almost indiscernible.

She smiled. It was all in a day's work.

Came with the territory.

The tricks of the trade.

The music swelled. A heart-warming crescendo.

The soapy water caressed her skin.

Her eyelids felt heavy. They fluttered, then closed.

She had not a care in the world. Mission accomplished.

Que sera sera…   

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  1. Morning on November 13, 2011 at 12:03 am

    love the richness and the extra creation in your words.
    a rocking entry.

    • mish on November 13, 2011 at 9:06 am

      Thanks for the feedback! 🙂

  2. Shelly on November 13, 2011 at 12:40 pm

    Nice imagery and scents along with it.

    • mish on November 13, 2011 at 8:54 pm

      Thanks Shelly. 🙂

  3. Kay Salady on November 13, 2011 at 10:42 pm

    Rich, deep imagery that soaks you in like a sponge and takes your breath.  Excellent writing!

    • mish on November 14, 2011 at 6:52 pm

      Glad to know that you were “soaked in” and left breathless by my writing. Thanks for the compliment!

  4. Jamie on November 14, 2011 at 8:46 am

    Yes, certainly on the same lines as mine! We have worryingly similar weird tastes.
    Loved the story and the character you created.

    • mish on November 14, 2011 at 7:00 pm

      Thanks. You have to admit that “weird” captures the attention and makes for fascinating reading? I was engrossed in your story, and enjoyed your “weird” character 🙂

  5. Isadora on November 15, 2011 at 12:46 am

    Captivating words, Mish, take you along for a ride on her thoughts.
    I like your take on the photo prompt. Your words hide what her
    previous nights encounter was but you elude to it well. Yes .. red
    seems to go well when wpeking of love.
    My take contains red imagery, too.
    Very nice,


    • mish on November 15, 2011 at 11:04 am

      Reflections of the colour red, a variety of “work-related activities” which are linked to the previous night’s encounter… this piece seemed to go in another direction from the “fresh innocence” of the photo prompt… 🙂

  6. thingy on November 15, 2011 at 10:18 pm

    Ooh, is she a killer hooker? Great story. : )

    • mish on November 16, 2011 at 12:17 pm

      Almost right… more like a killer posing as a hooker… part of the assignment. Thanks for visiting!

  7. Karen Woodward on November 17, 2011 at 6:28 am

    Nice entry and what a fun idea. I wish I'd come across this soon. I'm glad I found your blog. 🙂

    • mish on November 17, 2011 at 8:22 am

      Welcome to my place Karen. Yes, the Bluebell SSS prompts are really fun. You should try it sometime. 🙂

  8. Amy@souldipper on November 20, 2011 at 1:47 am

    Finally, Mish.  I was taken into the mind, senses and heart of a woman who can dissassociate herself from emotional entanglements of sex.  Except…did you mean she was a virgin?  I have to back and read this again!  😀

    • mish on November 20, 2011 at 10:18 pm

      No, not the virginal angle… the trickle of blood refers to the minute and yet fatal wound inflicted by a sharp instrument. 🙂

  9. lisa from insignificant at best on November 20, 2011 at 4:27 am

    I really loved this.  Great imagry.  I loved how you tied the decscription of the robe to a description of her life!  Awesome.

    • mish on November 20, 2011 at 10:19 pm

      Thanks Lisa. Welcome to my blog.

  10. e.a.s. demers on November 21, 2011 at 6:33 am

    Oooo… such a devious little tale 🙂

    • mish on November 22, 2011 at 4:17 pm

      There’s nothing better than a devious angle to spice things up… wouldn’t you agree? 🙂

  11. Arlee Bird on November 22, 2011 at 2:27 pm

    A femme fatale.  The story took a turn I didn't expect.
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    • mish on November 22, 2011 at 4:22 pm

      I’m so glad you were caught unawares… 🙂 so was I, when the character took it upon herself to become the manipulative femme fatale that she turned out to be.

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