Haha. Got to love those flirtatious moments. I also agree it needed the profanity. Not that I’m big on censorship anyway.

Great ink

Holiday romances in far off destinations make the world go round and generally a much happier place .. if only briefly .. two weeks would be tops for me now .. Hell, it doesn’t even need to be a faraway place these days .. anywhere beyond the garden gate would be just fine .. I dunno whether todays offering is a product of a wickedly well primed imagination .. or whether these events genuinely happened .. either way, it doesn’t matter, I applaud your frankness & originality .. Kind regards, Neville

A sizzling, playful scene full of tension and wit. The narrator’s boldness and the flirtatious back-and-forth make this a fun, electric read.

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Passionately penned, Fia. Always love your storytelling my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Hoi hoi
You know that I am a fan of your for DUP’s ago.
And I won’t/don’t want to bagatelize (or what’s it spelled) the other one walking away, but how about envying the back pockets?

I lured à very lovely person in writing such a poem (lyrics) and it dried up very well.
Maybe it’ll be a possibility to retaliate???

Other than that à lovely write. What’s this with this à all the time?
You’re the sharp person. I’m not your fan for nothing!
Warmest greetings from Gus

The brave and bold flirting is fun to read, although this old fuddy-duddy was always too shy to carry on that way. Nice that she told him right out that she was married. Sexual attraction is part of us and I don’t think you can make it go away. (I certainly haven’t stopped noticing the girls. Heh-Heh!)

Oh, that was excellent. How nice to read something that is what it is and does not have to apologize for it. I could absolutely see this entire encounter,

Very nice interaction, did this really happen?
If so, did you make the call? So many questions attached to this
creative piece. Thank you

Oh this was seduction writing at its finest. The dialogue grabbed me and held me there like the best encounter with a woman I have ever had. This really rocked big time. You have the dialogue down perfectly. My attention was riveted. And there were surprises around every turn in the dialogue. The suspense of what would happen next had me completely enthralled., Great storytelling. You had me stimulated beyond belief just by the dialogue alone with no graphic depictions just the prospect of the bedroom affair.

John

It was not your time to ride on the wheel. At least not that wheel, since we are riding our own wheel of life right now. ;))

You are a natural story teller. The underlying narrative of waiting, the anticipation, is that which separates the human from the beast. I grew up in a seaside town where the fair was the pulse of the streets and held the beat of human existence. Excellent write.

Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. Great writing, Roma.

Damn, this is good. Sometimes we are only allowed to watch, to look up, to imagine.
But our time to ride will eventually come.
You create an interesting mood, with a carnival ride without the carnival or crowd and a ticket booth that is there but really isn’t. Almost like we are enticed to buy a ticket, but the dream just suddenly disappears.
Excellent piece…
So good to read you again.
j.

I have a fear of heights, so I would never climb on board, although gladly stand in awe and watch. Very nicely narrated piece RomaJ. Reminds me of the Ferris wheel in Torquay, in the west of England that I am very happy to watch while sipping my breakfast tea when on holiday.

Chris

Superb work. You bring this to life. I was on Writer’s Cafe as well.

It depends on what the metaphor of the ferris wheel means. One way to see it as dying, death as it has those “golden rays”. In which case, NO don’t get on, no matter how bright and tempting it may be. On the other hand if the ferris wheel is metaphor for life, then the longer you wait to ride, the more you will miss out on, those regrets and what ifs. Even a fear of heights (you mentioned in one of your replies) can only be overcome by facing it. I too have a fear of heights, but I went to the top of the Sears Building in Chicago and forced myself to look out and down. I held on to the railing extra tight. The vertigo kicked in, but I didn’t fall nor faint. Next time I am going to leave go of the railing and have someone hold me up!!! … lol

Anyway. thanks for the vertigo and a wonderful poem Roma.
-Curt

Beautifully penned, Roma. Amazing storytelling my friend with such stellar imagery. Excellent. Appreciate you.

Damian

“…I left her unapproached…”
The best line I’ve read in some time RomaJ.

Greetings,

Magnificent piece. This lured me in and kept me intrigued from start to finish. The words captivate and the delivery was well executed.