#Bloganuary – Day 16 – My Passion.

What is a cause you’re passionate about and why?

January 16th prompt

What am I passionate about? It might sound cheesy, but the only thing I am really passionate about is you. When I look at you, nothing else matters.

I remember the first time we met like it was yesterday. With a 6-pack in hand and a gallon of milk, I made my way to the register labeled ’10 items or less.’ The cashier scanned your last item – a dozen of eggs and you reached into your purse. It was one of those businesswomen carry – a black leather one that is large enough to fit a laptop. It made me wonder what you did for a living. Your high-heels matched your frilly blouse – they were both lavender. The tightly fitting black pants ensured that I noticed your fit but curvey figure.

You were still digging through your purse. Normally, I would have grown impatient, but things were different with you. At that moment I had no idea why that was, but I do know now – you’re special.

Your wavy, brunette hair rested gently on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.” You turned around and tucked some of your hair behind your left ear. “It must be here somewhere.” A purple stud adorned your earlobe.

Quite a fashionista,” I thought to myself. “Here, let me pay for it.” I handed my platinum credit card to the cashier. The middle-aged woman behind the register looked at you for approval. She cleared her throat and looked behind me. A line was forming and she wanted to keep it moving.

“A-ha! Here it is!” You pulled out your card from your pants pocket and handed it to the cashier. You shot me a smile; you were blushing. While I didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or because you found me handsome, I chose to believe it was the latter.


“What are you looking at there, Harold?” Azalea asks as she walks into the study.

The binoculars leave my eyes a little too quickly for an innocent man. “I was just looking at the stars,” I reply, hoping my wife would not realize it was only a half-truth.

“Well, I’m going to bed. Come, join me.” She waves her robe’s belt and winks before walking away.

“I’ll be right there,” I call out after her and begin to bring the binoculars back to my face when the light in Lisa’s window goes out. “Damn it!” I curse a little too loud and hope that Azalea does not return. I had missed the moment when Lisa – that’s what I call you – looks out her window with longing before pulling the curtains shut and switching off the lights. It is as if she is looking for me. “I’m right here,” I whisper, placing the binoculars firmly on the windowsill and my hand against the cool glass. “We’ll be together soon,” I add before blowing a kiss at the window and heading to bed.

Stay golden,

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18 thoughts on “#Bloganuary – Day 16 – My Passion.

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    1. Not at this time. There’s just so much going on. I did submit an application to work with a published mentor on my book, though. I’m worried that I did not put enough effort into that application, though (due to other competing priorities)…

      P.S. I will reply to your email later today.


    1. Sorry for somehow missing your comment. I’m going through all my posts so far this year to make sure I don’t leave anyone without a response. I hate it when WP somehow deletes the comment notification from my view…

      Anyway, I did quite a few fictional replies to the #Bloganuary prompts. It was quite fun! I just could not keep responding ‘normally.’

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  1. You need help! I’m kidding. This is brilliant. Love the creepy twist at the end. Really makes you wonder what people fantasize about…

    P.S. I wanted to let you know that (for various and maybe obvious reasons) I’m transitioning to a new blog that would be mine alone as of today (later today actually, when I post my monthly wrap-up) and I wanted to let you know beforehand. Since I cherished our interactions for the past years, I’d love it if you’d follow me there going forward (blog isn’t up yet though). You can decide on remaining a follower of Bookidote but, on my end, for a couple of weeks, I might only cross-post my stuff until I’m ready to drop Bookidote completely. 😀

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  2. Dammit—I thought it was going in a sweet direction (the older couple still together decades later), but you whipped out the creepy card instead—you got me on this one…well done!!

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