Creative Writing, Fiction, Life

Maybe She’s You

There once was a woman who was lonely. She had given up the pain which at one time promised happiness. Sometimes those scars from her past would bleed with tears. To help ease the loneliness, she would close her eyes and drift off into a world of comforting thoughts.

In the secure darkness, she painted sounds of the ocean, crashing waves, rippling water. Colors of aqua, green, blue, cloudless skies and the smell of salt filtered through her senses. The thought of sinking under water weightless, the outside sounds muffled, calming colors… With these thoughts a smile would pierce her lips. Instantly her body warmed with happy tingles that grew goose bumps on her arms.

There were also thoughts of the smell of skin, intimate thoughts of cheek to cheek, lips barely touching an ear, and drowning in the scent of a man. A foreign embrace, a kiss pulled away seeking a hunter. Come after me, the lips would call. The tracing of fingers over her body, smooth and slow… again would send frustrating tingles through her body, but the feeling alone was quite welcome. She often welcomed the thoughts of sex for not having sex made her detail all the intricacies of sex mankind never remembers in the heat and passion of it all. She felt almost blessed to be fruitless for so long, but more often, not.

There was the sound of laughter, the voice of her son, and her mother calling her name that in an instant made her feel happy. The giggle of her best friend, the gentle hug from her brother, messages and emails from her family and friends made her feel comforted. Memories of eventful mischievousness’ made her smile or laugh out loud. And secret dance offs in the privacy of her room were all too often not out of the ordinary. These things made her feel not so lonely.

The funny thing about thoughts, the woman would recall to herself, is that they are only thoughts. They come and go in an instant. The woman was right and again she would feel lonely. She thought it a cruel gift to have such a fertile imagination. She would cry and then laugh at herself in her moments of weakness. Stupidness, she gaffed and proceeded to find things to fill up her time.

Creative Writing, Food, Travel

247 Craven

We celebrated our anniversary with dinner at 247 Craven, New Bern, North Carolina. This is a true story.

The old city smelled of sea with it’s humid air weighing on the evening. As we walked to the restaurant, not far from our hotel, there was a nostalgia of remnant brick buildings, a tall clock tower overhead, and an unrelenting sun setting sky. I felt… in love.

247 Craven, a quaint restaurant with large glass windows was somewhat tucked away as if we happened upon it, like Lucy and her adventures in the wardrobe, when of course, we were intentionally seeking it out. Online, the reviews for 247 Craven were quite favorable and we were immediately drawn in by the advertisement of locally sourced fresh foods. 

Upon walking in, a young man with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin waved a handsome bright smile welcoming us into what was a very cozy space. Natural wooded furniture, white or cream colored walls with distinctive wall decor, I felt very comfortable. I felt as though, this restaurant will not disappoint me. My feelings of sentiment were right.

From a delicious appetizer of peanut humus and fresh cooked pork rinds to a beautifully slow grilled Angus hanger steak, we were impressed. The bottle of Bordeaux we drank was a delicious pairing to the steaks we had and the blueberry cheesecake we shared was absolutely lovely. The amazing food and quaint ambiance brought smiles and laughter, chatter about old memories, and subtle coquetry. We said, “I love you,” out loud, with our eyes, while holding hands… we were in love.

But if you happen to not be in it for the love, definitely go for the food because 247 Craven is worthwhile no matter what!