Thursday, May 19, 2011 | By: Brianna

Love Hesitates

Q: Do you use writing prompts?

A: All the time.  These past questions I've come up with all on my own though.

Q: Can you use a writing prompt right now?  Create a story/situation based on this personification: love hesitates.  (Thank you,

A: Yeah, sure.

She was one of those people who had a glow.  Hers was a rosy one, and it was almost as if her skin had a pinkish tinge to it, more so than your average human being.  People who looked at her instantly admired her, they couldn't help it.  She radiated this confidence and exuded this magnetism.  The one thing that completely set her apart from other human beings (aside from that unearthly glow, of course) was her uncanny ability to navigate the world with grace despite her handicap.  Somehow she walked the world with a deep red blindfold over her eyes.  Against all expectation, she could see into the hearts of those who admired her, discerning those with pure intentions and those without.

They say that Justice wears a blindfold, but even Lady Justice has a seeing eye dog.  Love is also blind.

Love sat on a park bench in the center of town, facing out towards a deserted playground.  She felt a tugging on the back of her blindfold and turned.  Though she couldn't see who the person was, she could smell the wisps of a man's cologne.  It smelled faintly of sulfur.

"What do you want?" she asked, turning her face towards the playground again, her shoulder blades tensing.  She sat up a little straighter and looked directly ahead as the spidery man took a seat next to her.

"Aw, you don't seem happy to see me, Love," the man said, sticking his bottom lip out in a mock pout.  Of course, the blindfolded Love couldn't see his act, but she got the idea.  "I'm here to do you a favor."

"What could you ever do for me?"

"It's pretty easy, actually," the man said.  With a snap of his fingers, the blindfold around Love's eyes disappeared into smoke leaving her blinking in the sudden sunlight.  "And now's point in our conversation where you thank me and fall over me in gratitude.  Just think, this'll make making sandwiches ten times easier."

"I don't suppose you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart," Love commented coldly.

The man clutched his heart as if she had aimed a dart at the bloody sack of an organ.  "We're interested to see what you do with it.  Go ahead, enjoy.  Live a little."  The man grinned, and without a word, he disappeared into memory.

Love was left in the sunlight, blinking out at the playground that was no longer abandoned.  In fact, there seemed to be a young man sitting on one of the swings, gently swaying to and fro.  While she was rosy, he was golden.  He was the picture of beauty, and Love could immediately feel herself drawn to him, but she halted.  While Love hesitated, her rosy complexion deepened, the roots of her hair transforming into a deep red.  Love, no longer blind, turns to Lust.

And there you have it.  This was just a little blurb by Brianna that was written in starts, not all in one go.  Lovely, I know.  Thank you for reading, I hope I haven't lost you yet!
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush 
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
- William Shakespeare


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