Holding Out For A Hero
by SilverCeltic Moon
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She was holding out for hero....but he was probably married.
She read the book and got into the characters,
leaving behind the everyday life of laundry, bills, work....dullness.
Wishing for a magic carpet to take her away, Calgon.
Looking for a muscled caped crusader to swept her off her feet.
What was the lyrics in that Bonnie Tyler song?
Oh yeah! It would take Superman to sweep her off her feet.
She was holding out for a hero. Hero? No heroes were around.
If there were, they were probably married, gay or ... both.
Sighing she turned her book face down on the bed,
got out from under the covers and took the familiar pathway to the bathroom.
A quick pit stop. A quick shower. A quick brushing of the teeth.
She’d be daring and skip the flossing today. It was Sunday, after all.
Ahhhhh. Sunday. What a glorious day was Sunday.
The one day a week she could stay in bed....doing whatever.
The one day a week, she didn’t cringe when the phone rang.
When it did ring, that is. ~sigh~
After the pit stop, she hesitated. Why take a quick shower?
It “was” Sunday and she didn’t have anywhere she needed to be....
She went to the closet and got out the bubble bath she’d gotten
for Christmas..was it two or three years ago. Unopened and still in
its plastic wrapping. For extra measure, she got out some candles too.
After she had the candles arranged and the tub full of foamy
fluffy and scented bubbles, she dropped her robe and
slowly immersed herself in the heated water.
This felt great! Why didn’t she do this more often?
After the decadent experience of the tub, she dressed.
Instead of jeans or sweats and a tshirt, she put on a dress.
A floating feminine concoction of a dress that she’d gotten for...
you guessed it....Christmas. Was it five or six years ago..
She stopped by a hairstylist in the mall and daringly told the smiling
beautician that she was leaving it up to her what to do with it.
The only thing she knew was that she wanted change.
Boy, did she get it! An hour later, her long mousey blond hair was history.
In return, she had shorter, sexy, deep auburn hair.
Hair that made her green eyes seem more green
and much more mysterious. The look went well
with her floating dream of a dress.
She took her new hairdo out to an expensive restaurant.
She ordered a entree she’d never had and a bottle of
wine that was recommended by one of the magazines she read
every month. Sitting back, she enjoyed her meal and the wine tremendously.
She felt...Free. Alive. Young. Entrancing.
Looking around her, she saw other people
looking at her and smiling indulgently.
Men were looking at her with appreciation.
The waiter was flirting with her, for Goodness Sake!
She smiled and decided to enjoy this rare feeling.
As she finished her dinner, she heard a voice.
A voice she’d not heard in years.
“Sam?”, the voice said in an incredulous tone.
She looked up into the vivid blue eyes of her
school girl crush, Jake Henderson.
Smiling, she said, “Jake, how nice to see you.”
Six months later, she was Mrs. Jake Henderson,
living in another state and wondering what happened
to that bored woman that had only Sundays to look forward to.
Oh yeah, she went out and found that hero. No waiting for her!
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|This is a true to life dream|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|I love fairy tales and this is one of the best I've read lately. It only goes to show what we are capable of if we relax and stop being so self-critical.
Good write, and good advice. The only thing missing was the moon shinning on her.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Good for her!
A wonderful story poem.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Sighhhhhh...this was beautiful....just shows you never say never...it's never toooooo late..even for me I hope.
Aiming for the bathroom and old Christmas gifts unopened!!
Love Tinka :))))
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|I love it! My husband always gets nervous when I read romance novels. He'll state very firmly: 'I'm not wearing the cowboy hat nor the Scottish kilt tonight!' LIKE he has a choice....|
|Reviewed by Joyce Hale
|A stupendous write, Celtic!! I was captivated from beginning to end! Bravo to you!!
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Wonderful tale Silver, your message carries great weight, love it.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|You have to take the bull by the horns in this world Celtic, to get what you want, and more importantly, what you need !
I love the Bonnie Tyler songs, all of them, especially Total Eclipse of the Heart !
This is very inate wisdom, you have to create your own reality in this world !
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is fantastic, origianal, interesting, a little provoctive and definately one of the best you have done in the romance field. I love it and love the message.Well done Silver.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Proves that there are, indeed, heroes still out there.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Sundays are one of my favorite days of the week, especially today, since I am OFF from work at Fire Mountain! AAAHHHH!!! I can RELAX (and perhaps go to breakfast!)! I may even go to church later this evening if I so choose to! (I would LIKE to!) But I have laundry to do as we need clean clothes for work! LOL DARN, no relaxing for ME part of the day! Oh, well....LOL
Well done poem, Silver; enjoyed! Thanks for sharing! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I NEED A break: started my job at Fire Mountain on Weds., worked Thurs., Friday, and yesterday; and already have 30 hours in! WHEE! :)
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|I love the message behind this Lisa. Sundays are my days too - but I spend them indoors. Great write, Lisa!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|loved the story and the way you built around it bringing it to a happy climax......almost as good as.....well you know :-) Great message :-)|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|watch out for those postal dudes ...
superb story telling!
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|True enough. (thank you, Sherry) In my case, it was taking a chance on someone I wouldn't have thought of before as someone I'd be interested in (could be your neighbor, a friend, a friend of a friend, that guy you talk to at the water cooler at work, the postal dude, etc)....a guy I was casual friends with.
Taking chances and doing things just for you sometimes work out wonderously. ;) Silver
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Silver, you have a wonderful story here! I love the finale, and it was a great read all the way!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|And they all lived happily ever after...sigh...Amen! This is a wonderful story/poem, Silver. I enjoyed every line and I became captivated by the progressing tale. There is a lot of wisdom in your words. If we sit around waiting for adventure and happiness to find us, we will die waiting for adventure and happiness to find us. There is no entertainment committee assigned to our life, if we want excitement, we have to go out and find it or make it happen. Excellent writing! I love this!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Compelling reading; enjoyed the message here to not wait for love to fall into your lap; you sometimes have to go for it. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.