Picture 2
RL Ames’s Picture Choice: One
Title: Mine
I know him. I’ve spent hours learning him, memorizing him.
He’s mine.
I watch him. He’s ignoring me. Not on purpose, just because he’s busy. I can tell you everything he’s going to do, every move he’ll make, even before he does it. He stretches, and I watch the long, tight lines ripple under his skin. He rolls his shoulders twice and let’s out a deep breath, fingers flexing as he gets ready.
He bends slightly, settling the bar across his shoulders, wiggling back and forth a little, adjusting until it’s just right. He strains as he takes the full weight of the bar and rises.
He’s a masterpiece, and watching him, I feel like I always do. Excited, possessive.
He does three reps, his usual, and then sets the bar down. He’s rolling his shoulders and pacing around. I know what he’s doing. He’s psyching himself up for more.
I want to help. I want to tell him he can do it. I want to be the encouragement he needs. But I can’t.
Because as much as I tell myself he’s mine, he’s not. I’ve spent hours watching him, studying him, but he doesn’t even know my name.
I sigh as I wipe down the treadmill and head for the locker room.
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RL Ames spends her time chasing after her almost four year old son and sneaks in time for writing whenever she can. She can be found at rlames.weebly.com
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Really good pace, loved the step by step tension and then it all falls away.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad tale of unrequited love.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad tale of unrequited love.
ReplyDeleteOoo, I love how you've captured that moment of obsession with a stranger. Good stuff.
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