The Smell of New Possibilites

She had a thought to open up a boutique

in her garage. Put some hooks on a wall

line up the bikes and skates,

organize his tools in alphabetical order

put up a cool Japanese divider

with artistic flair. She thought

the mid-forties women at the gym

would buy her knock off dresses

for forty bucks. She’d make cards

and pass them around, maybe

even announce it on her Facebook page.

Her husband hated the idea

so this helped her in establishing

its authenticity. She took a flight

to Toronto and met with her friend Stacey

who sold second hand bags in

large bins out of her garage. China.

That was the magic word. She spent

two days researching Ali, China, merchandise,

ex-high school lovers that Stacey and her dated.

They drank Pinot Grigio and fantasized about

Christian Gray scenarios. The smell of new

possibilities excited her so much that

she had an orgasm on the plane

while texting her ex-lover.

This kind of thing she told herself

happened every day.

She became part of

a modern

love story

and would die if she ever told

anyone.

Maybe she would paint her garage pink.

She always wanted a pink room.

 

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12 comments

  1. Miss Lavendius · January 12, 2016

    Amazingly done, love! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · January 12, 2016

      Thank you Soeline! I wasn’t sure where I was going, but it landed somewhere. just went with the flow. 🙂 hugs

      Liked by 1 person

  2. thelonelyauthorblog · January 12, 2016

    Wow, what a flight she had! Well done my Dear. As always you astound.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Eric · January 12, 2016

    Ha!!! Now that is some creative story telling. But then again you’re amazing so of course it is.

    Love it, Christina. ❤

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Chrissy · May 31, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .

    Like

  5. rumblefishbone66 · June 1, 2016

    Always love your reality and honest Wow!!

    Like

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