Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Alison Tyler Interview & The Dark Room, a Story

Writer/editor/publisher/contest-runner favolosa, Alison Tyler, has done it again! This time with a challenge for us to write a 250-word story about the senses, specifically sound and hearing or the absence thereof. I somehow slid into Home and Alison wanted to interview me for her most exclusive Trollop Salon. She has titled this journalistic inquiry Elephants, Microsurgery and Guilt, which is beyond utterly perfect! Please head over there and check out our conversation.

For your psychological preparation, here is the interview-prompting story, "The Dark Room."



© 2009 by EllaRegina

It was like a game. I imagine that's why he responded. In truth, I didn't want him to see me.

The hotel room resembled a ship's cabin: portholes, blackout shades rendering them lightless; a bed topped by a floating white duvet cloud; dark, wood-paneled walls. I memorized the scene before extinguishing the lamps, sliding naked into cold sheets -- the linens pulled over my head -- waiting for the door scratch of his keycard.

As agreed, the least amount of hallway fluorescence was to spill into the room upon entering.

Something crackled and was placed on the floor. An electric fabric friction accompanied his unclothing.

We wouldn't speak, at least not with words. He rolled in next to me, his breathing audible and excited. We only kissed at first, belly-to-belly, arms around each other, a perfect fit. His tongue enwrapped mine, his erection a baton between us, as if it were a baguette kept piping hot by our holding it in this fashion; resultant emissions loud, primal and uninhibited. His cock filled me as we screeched, yelped and growled. When we came it was as if we'd done this countless times before.

He slipped away to the bathroom and in that moment forgot the rule of darkness. A tile-framed window illuminated a handsome face, smiling at me, happy with the view. Then, as I heard his stream meet porcelain and water I saw it, against the opposite wall: a cane -- black, white and red -- folded into a W.

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12 comments:

Craig Sorensen said...

Wow! What imagery. So much packed into such a tiny space. I'm dazzled.

EllaRegina said...

Oh, my lord! Thank you, Craig!

neve black said...

Simply wonderful. You had me at Hello and Goodbye. :-)

Loved it, EllaR.

EllaRegina said...

Aw, I ❤ U, Neve. Sweet. :-)

Erobintica said...

Great interview, great story. Well, duh!

P.S. Haven said...

Stunning, as always, ER! There's so much mood and intrigue and potential in every sentence. Nothing accidental or wasted.
And killer interview, too. Congrats on both!

Jeremy Edwards said...

Two hundred fifty words of sensory wonder!

Wonder-ful.

Justine Elyot said...

What a great idea for a story - complete darkness and anonymity. Something so hot about that. As a fellow silence addict, I really enjoyed your interview as well.

Order of Magdeline said...

Baguette.

Hmmm.

Dude's hung!

Tasty tale, m'dearie.

EllaRegina said...

Oh, thank you, Erobintica! I'm glad you enjoyed both. The interview was so much fun! AT is a great interlocutor. (I think that's the correct word).

Thank you Haven! I have a ball -- a measured one -- with these short pieces. They really make one pay attention to every word. And I find that my writing tends to be more streamlined than my usual baroque style because of/in the process.

Oh, Jeremy! Two hundred fifty virtual hugs and kisses 4U! ;-) Thank you! I do appreciate your appreciation!

Thank you, Miss Justine! Yeah, anonymity, silence, darkness... Take your pick or pick them all! Glad you enjoyed story and interview.

Order of Magdeline! Hello! Thank you and can I join your order? Indeed, I like to "carbo-load." ;-)

Donna said...

Another hot one--okay, it's the baguette that got me, but that shouldn't be a surprise, lol.

EllaRegina said...

Thank you, D! Haha, right, the bread. Of course. ;-)