Don Quixote and the Goddess #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Many thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting the Friday Fictioneers.

Don Quixote and the Goddess

He wonders why icicles drape from me.

He stopped, eyes widening, mouth hanging open. Drool? Maybe. Him, a fifty-year-old, gaping at the blonde, golden-tanned goddess who rolled her eyes, averted her face, and stabbed her cell.

I danced at the wedding reception while his gaze searched for the goddess.

“What’s with you,” he asks as I shrug into my dowdiest nightie.

“You gaped.”

“But she was so beautiful,” he says. “I’ve never seen anyone like her in real life.”

Honest words to wound my heart. I glare at him.

His shoulders slump.

I almost feel sorry for him. Aging sucks.


end 12/6/2017

Sascha Darlington


32 thoughts on “Don Quixote and the Goddess #amwriting

  1. Love that title – tilting at goddess shaped windmills, eh? Daft old fool. He needs to look at the lovely woman who shares his bed. None of us like to age, but there’s no point pining over something that’s lost and gone for good. Great tale Sascha

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  2. Aging is unpleasant only if you have unrealistic expectations. I look at the lines in Terry’s face and see a lifetime of hard work, love, and laughter. And he tells me I’m more beautiful to him with every passing year. What’s not to love ? 🙂

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  3. Well written and well expressed ideas, Sascha, and as a part-time male, I probably shouldn’t buy in, but what the heck. 😃 I have two questions. Firstly, is there another skilful use for fantasy in a relationship? I think there is. Secondly, in general terms (not continuous gawking) is it better that your partner notices others or not? (I’m not specifying genders.)

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    • I’m taking your first question as rhetorical, although if cornered I might provide an answer.
      Your second is interesting and feels a little like we’re playing devil’s advocate.
      I’m pretty sure that we all look at the menu even when we’re on a diet. It’s a part of life. What we do with that menu is up to us and I think says a lot about us as individuals regarding the types of relationships we want with other people and how we would like to be treated in return.
      I have spent time with gawkers who are horndogs and seem to be constantly looking for something better. And I have spent time with men who treat me as if I add something unique and wonderful to that moment in their lives even when there are younger, more sparkly women around.
      Frankly I think a lot of men don’t want relationships with intelligent women. I can’t even imagine attaching a percentage to it. They want young and shiny and frequently dumber than them. They don’t mind have more interesting conversations elsewhere. I have never hung out with these guys and can’t even imagine a day when that would change.
      Maybe it’s a part of evolution.
      My story was fictional, btw, with some added observed truths. 🙂
      So, what do you think?

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      • Well, this is disappointing, I can’t argue
        because I pretty much agree. I did take a guess at what “horndogs” means but pretty sure I got it. 😃

        I wouldn’t say devil’s advocate, ie, taking the opposite point of view, more I think there are complexities and grey areas. Although, you know, living with the wood ducks I’m only guessing.

        I do love Art Garfunkel’s “I only have eyes for you,” but for me it’s kind of extreme infatuation which is not necessarily long term. The wood ducks have advised me to steer clear of further comments on fantasy (no idea why 😃) but they did want me to mention flirting with another just to spice up a relationship with a little jealousy. It’s a cliché but it does happen (the ducks told me). I guess I’m just adding that humans are complicated er… except maybe hornpuppies (?) and I don’t favor too much simplifying. 😃


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