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Two A.M.

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His cell phone lit up the darkened bedroom with its artificial illumination. The blue-white light pierced his closed eyelids a split second before the frosty, icicle-like tone alerted the arrival of a text message. He rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Two A.M.?! Who could be texting at this early hour?

He touched the screen to open the text message application.

“I saw you.”

Suddenly he was wide awake; his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He sat up at the edge of the bed and looked again at the message. There was no phone number, just “Unknown” where the sender’s name should be.

His mind raced. Who sent that message? How could they have seen him? He was always so careful. His skin was clammy with a cold sweat. Damp footprints followed him down the hallway’s oaken floor as he plodded toward the basement door.

He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door, flipping the light switch as he carefully made his way down the stairs. The fluorescent tubes gradually brightened until the basement was awash in a sterile, antiseptic glow.

There is no way anyone saw me, he thought to himself as he surveyed his spotless man-cave. Man-cave, ha! It was more like an operating theater but as he liked to say, “To each his own”.  The windows had long been replaced with drywall when he converted the basement so nobody had seen him from the outside. He was careful to always pull into the garage and shut the door before transferring his “goods” from the van to the basement. He was very methodical; each and every “run” was planned out to the minutia with nothing left to chance.

He inspected the basement and all its containers and storage lockers with an attention to detail usually reserved for a nosy mother-in-law visit. Nothing was out of place or appeared out of the ordinary. Even if someone did see him, he had nothing to worry about; there was nothing to tie him to anything.

Now he was mad! It was never a good idea to make him mad; bad things happened when he got mad.

He looked at his cell phone again.

“I saw you.”

It taunted him, played with his head.

This is bullshit!

It was time for him to play some head games of his own. He slowly typed a reply to his anonymous antagonist.

“You’re next….”

Written by David A. Ufer

March 25, 2013 at 8:03 am

Begin As You Mean To Go On

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Image Courtesy of http://thenextweb.com

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She stood there, smiling

He stood there, anxious

She recognized him immediately

They hugged, greeted each other

Her sweet, delicate perfume tantalized him

He drew in a deep breath

Held it in his lungs,

Filled himself with her scent

The music played, too loudly to speak

They found a table in the back

She had such beautiful brown eyes

An impossibly radiant smile

And a waterfall of chestnut curls

Cascading over delicate features

Her comely, demure nature

Pulled him in,

Heightened his desire for her

An occasional, gentle touch

Set his body abuzz with excitement

He wanted more

They talked through the night

It was easy, effortless

Like they had known each other

For weeks, months even

They walked to her car

Talked a bit more,

And shared a goodnight hug

He held her as long as he dared

The night ended far too soon

She left him with a memory

And hope

Written by David A. Ufer

March 11, 2013 at 7:48 am

Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Friends, Once More;

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One door closes and another one opens.

Yep, we’ve all heard that cliche but maybe there is a reason why certain phrases are used so much that they enter cliche status. Sure, it’s an easy way to get our point across when we are trying to comfort a friend or even ourselves, but there must also be some truth behind them.

Time and again I’ve had doors close on me; sometimes slammed right in my face! And yet each time, that proverbial second portal always presented itself, often times when I wasn’t even looking for it. I’ve never been one to shy away from an adventure; the thrill, excitement and yes, uncertainty of the unknown wraps itself around me and pulls me closer into its sensuous grasp. I have sometimes stumbled through only to be met with a dead end or I have fallen into the abyss, losing myself and who I was while I fell.  This time I have been gently coaxed through a doorway barely five feet high.

Whatever lies beyond that delicate entry, I will face it head-on, determined and open-armed; it’s the only way I know.

Written by David A. Ufer

March 4, 2013 at 6:53 am