This is my submission for Create Art Every Day.
Hear me, Lord.
I think I’m a good woman for Ernest. He’s not happy with his wife but You know he is with me. All we have to do is look at each other and we can feel the love wanting to jump out at each other right on that job. I’m telling you, Lord, I’ve got all the fixings to make a good wife this third time, once I cut this second one loose. He’s been grinding my nerves and I’m not trying to hear what he’s got to say. Matter of fact, I don’t even know why I don’t want him anymore. All I know is I want the one on the job I’m working and his wife’s gots to go.
Seems like she’s gotten word that something’s been cooking between us ’cause she’s always hanging around the job at odd times. Like, she’s trying to catch us mashed up against each other. I wouldn’t go out like that. Well, not unless he made the first move. He just hasn’t yet. I don’t know how I’m going to get us past joshing around and into my bed. He’s always talking about You, Lord. Always. So, I joined up with the church, so he could see You in me too. I know my light’s not shining through and through just yet but there must be a flicker that he can see.
Graphite w/Photoshop Copyright 2011 Totsymae
Yes, Lord. You say to ask and thou shall receive, so I’m asking you to separate that man from his wife so that he may cleave unto me and receive some good loving for a change. Lord, I’m down here on my knees and You know it’s rare that I’d do such a thing, so you kind of get this is a special request I’m making. Do you even realize how I’ve dropped weight and I’m down to the size of that woman he’s married to? Only differences between us is I’m a little taller, I don’t wear glasses and I’ve got this fat mole on my face that has a tendency to grow hair. I think he’ll be able to live with that once I’ve shown him all my bedroom tricks I’ve learned through the years. I’ve rekindled something in this man’s heart that his wife hasn’t been able to. I just want that man so bad with his big ole self, I can feel him as I speak, Lord.
I’ll be sure that he makes his child support, Lord. Just put that man in my bed one time and he’ll never go back to that wife who’s been sneaking up here on this job to spy on us. I pray to you in the Holy Spirit, Jesus’ name, Jehovah, Allah, Moses, Joseph and Mary. Hallelujah. Mercy, Jesus! Praise Your precious name! Glory! Shalom Il Shabazz donkya dutty dutty sanfi teif oui Shabba Ranks mon…
Footnote 1: Donkya dutty, dutty sanfi teif is Patois and translates to Don’t care dirty, dirty manipulating thief.
Footnote 2: Shabba Ranks is a popular Raggae artist, mostly during the 1980s.
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Marla is a piece of work, ain’t she? Now don’t get me wrong, I can feel an “itch” for what isn’t mine, but that does not lead to prayer for the guy and me to be cheating on our spouses or leaving our spouses for that matter. A little healthy “lust” now and then isn’t a bad thing at all, unless you act on it and hurt people. Marla is a pretty girl though, even with the hairy mole. I just hope that man can resist her wiles. No good can come of this nonsense.
Marla had a bad spirit on the entire work environment. Very dangerous.
I think I did her up prettier than she really was. May have to do a re-do.
I don’t know whatever happened with that relationship but the wife had
her work cut out for her. He seemed like a nice enough guy but I never
could understand of all people, why Marla? Oh, but everybody got
how wicked she was in the end. He may have also.
I always wondered what Shabba Ranks was!
Glad I could help.
Girl, I’m laughing so hard, the neighbors must think I’ve gone mad!!!! Totsymae, that Marla’s a piece of work. Down on her knees and praying for that woman’s husband and she’s already got one! Wonder what would happen if God really answers her prayers and she finds out she’s “swapped black dawg fi monkey” (Jamaican saying…since you’re quoting Shabba and all) I think the meaning’s clear, right?
Heheheehe! I knew you’d like that. I was trying to find out how I could
make her speak in tongues but this turned out better. At least I could
translate it for everyone.
And yes, this was one hot mess of a woman! I don’t know if she
completed her transaction of swapping her black dawg fi monkey.
She was quite determined though.
Marla, Marla, Marla….
have you published any of your writings? If not, when will you?
HEEEEE-larious.
thanks for making me laugh xox
Not published just yet. I’m working on that and it will
hopefully be a Xmas present to myself. (Fingers crossed a
on my knees but not with Marla). Hehehehe!
So glad you liked it.
This has happened to me. Was not a sexual or adulterous thing. Just a click in the eye that communicated “I bet we’d be great for each other and I feel trapped where I am”.
Ooooohh, you got that come-hither-you-sexy-thing look. Glad you didn’t
take the bait.
Powerful. You don’t often read the inner thoughts of a woman who is perceived as the “other” woman but wants to make it right. Nice job of getting inside people’s heads and the vehicle of prayer is very effective for what you were trying to do. You are one awesome writer, Totsy.
Thanks, Lorna.
Totsye..your little sis made it to the other side of the world. Couldnt locate your other email. I”ll holla at you later…me and my boo going half on a baby. Love ya chick.
Great one.. And i just know the lord will answer her prayer; she’s a real saint.
LoL! Thanks.
Sssso good Totsymae – sounds like she’s flat out – thing is the gal is knocking on heaven’s door, more likely she should grab a love potion from a witchettygrub, than call on Jesus, cheers catchul8r molly
Thank you, Molly. She’s had her share of witchettygrub alright
Poor Marla
Love to you, Tots. You Rockkkkk.
Love to you.
Humbled. That’s all I am. You write, you rock, you are artistry in motion.
Well done.
Here’s my attempt to rise to your level, thanks for participating in my fun challenge, Tots!
http://auroramorealist.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/challenge-5/
Thank you. Good writing from your corner of the virtual world as well.
sketch…
amazing):…
Thank you.
I imagine God is listening to Marla and thinking to himself:
“Yeesh! I’m depressed. This world gig isn’t turning out like I imagined it would. What the hell is wrong with people? Why are their lives so messed up? Who’s the idiot that created these folks? Oh wait… Dammit! I miss the good old days of smiting and natural disasters. Yeah, I’m depressed…”
Totsy, I love the way you develop your characters in a few short paragraphs – it’s a gift.
I figure as persistent as she was in going after this guy, why not
just pray about it? And thank you. You’re too nice.