‘You Don’t Do Anything With It’

"You say love my hair," she said, "but you don’t do anything with it."

She was right. I loved long hair. It’s a woman’s glory. She had soft silky black hair and I had taken it for granted. I liked looking at it. I liked knowing it belonged to me. I felt proud of it. But I had done nothing with it. I had taken it for granted. I had gotten lost in all her other splendors.

I reached out and started running my fingers through her hair.

She looked up at me, all soft and trusting and wanting to be stroked.

"Daddy’s home," I purred.

Khunrum emails my Advisory Committee: "Boys, what’s with the soft core drivel Luke is posting these days? Will his next literary offering be a bad Romance Novel? This might have been hot stuff a hundred years ago but for for 2009 it’s zzzzzzz!"

I’m stretching creatively. To write great, you have to allow yourself room to fail.

Khunrum emails: "I’d say you failed brother. I believe the only person interested in that type of writing would be a failed Nun. What’s next? Spice it up a bit boy."

Helpful writes: I fully support Luke’s new genre choice. Rip that bodice, Luke. Rip that bodice!

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see Amazon.com). My work has been followed by the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (Alexander90210.com).
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