M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 59
September 17, 2020
September 16, 2020
Snapping
He’s snapping. He’s snapping at Jordan, and he knows he’s snapping at Jordan, and worst of all, he knows exactly why he’s doing it. He knows what’s set him off doing it, like he’s known every other time it’s happened in the past.
But nothing. Not one part of it. None of this is in any way Jordan’s fault.
Joe’s internal, repetitive monologue lurches between you’re so obvious any idiot can see, and it’s all your fault anyway, and worst of all, what if this is it this time, at breakneck speed. He...
September 15, 2020
The Painting
The painting has faded dismally from its original colouring.
The bumps and ridges of paint smoothed and slathered on to canvas are still visible,
Though have also softened over time.
In sunlight,
It is impossible to tell the subtle change in shades
Picking out all the details of the leaves in the trees,
Or bricks in the wall of the old house that stands as monument to another era.
There is a hint of water,
Though for its paleness it is difficult to distinguish a lake from a puddle.
Is this scene a sn...
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Raife and Dexter Are Getting Married
Raife and Dexter are one of those couples who make lonely people reach for a bucket of ice cream and watch Bridget Jones for the hundredth time. They also just happen to be getting married, in the most perfect of venues, surrounded by their closest family and friends. Life couldn’t be better for them. They have good careers, a beautiful house, and still make heart eyes at each other because they are so ridiculously, sappily in love. Doesn’t it make you si...
September 14, 2020
On The Way Home
“I want you.”
There is nothing, no other words that Josh can say that make Grant’s knees give so quickly, and his dick stand to attention so instantly.
He breathes it out in the gravelly tone that Grant is helpless to resist, to the point where it’s gotten them into many a compromising situation when around other people. Like now, when they’re on the way home after a night out with friends, probably less than twenty minutes from the privacy of their own apartment, and apparently Josh c...
September 13, 2020
Wishing
By the candlelight from the comfy chair,
I made believe I could see you there,
Flame casting shadows across your face.
My fingers yearn that skin to trace.
Light stubble of the length of day,
And tiredness your eyes betray,
Although, for me, you would but smile.
You’d take my hand, talk for a while.
But you’re not here, and I’m not there.
So all I can do now is stare
At candle flame and flickering light,
Wishing that you were here tonight.
© M K Lee
September 12, 2020
Letting Go to Start Over – Chapter 3
When Alan wakes, it doesn’t even take him a matter of seconds to know that something is different. The ceiling above him is not his own, the bed beneath his back is absolutely not memory foam, and the feel of the sheets between his fingers speaks of material far coarser than that of his own comforter.
Alan lifts his head, regrets it instantly, the room giving a violent lurch and reminding him a little of the previous night. He’d drank too much, far, far too much, had known exactly the poi...
