Garage Sale
“Are you really getting rid of all your records?” Deanna asked, surprised.
“I prefer MP3s nowadays,” Marvin replied.
“And the classics collection?”
“E-books all the way, no space wasted.”
“Selling your mind too?” she smiled impishly while rubbing his temples.
“You can have it for free,” he muttered, a hint of drool escaping his lips.
I’ve actually never been to one as they’re not really a thing in my country, but I see them in movies all the time so I thought I could play a bit with it.
Private Lessons
“Dawn?”
“What is it, Carly?”
“Your husband’s kneeling by the washer,”
“Yeah, the spin cycle gets him every time. He’s programmed to always have his mind clean for me.”
“Are you going to teach me that today?”
“That and so much more. Your boyfriend won’t even know what hit him!”
“Wonderful. When do we start?”
Spinning things are dangerous. Having a good friend tell you all about them is dangerous as well (to men, at least.) I don’t really know the reason behind writing this one. I just sat down and ran with the first thing that came to me. I do that a lot. Impromptus can be fun.
Elementary, Indeed!
She sat proudly on her velvet chair, swinging an emerald pendant back and forth.
“Holmes, my old chap, it seems we’re being hypnotized.”
“Actually, Watson, we already are.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Why else would we be naked dancing the Tango together?”
“Well, when you put it that way, that’s…”
“Elementary… yes, I know.”
I hope Sir Arthur Conan Doyle forgives me for this one. As for who “she” is, I don’t know… Irene Adler, perhaps?
I Have a (Femdom) Dream
King was unstoppable, eyes ablaze.
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are brainwashed slaves to women… wait, what?”
Amidst the crowd, a time-travelling hypnotist laughed before vanishing into thin air.
The subject of time travel is another thing that intrigues me. Paradoxes make my brain hurt. On my search for ideas to make this challenge come to fruition, I envisioned a dominant woman hopping around in Time, changing things here and there, sometimes for fun, sometimes to wreak havoc in a controlling fashion. This piece marks her first appearance throughout the year. A couple of more will follow.