Rose And Charlie

Rose loved love, and was falling for her boyfriend, not yet head over heels, but making a steady progression. He was gentle in his ways, which she liked, but he can at times, or so it seemed, to keep her at arm’s length! She struggled in depth at this characteristic, and his unwillingness to delve deeper into her feelings, as she cared a lot for him, but this sin was hurting deep within, and she’d treated him like her kin, with a liking of wanting more. 

Her boyfriend, Charlie, was a site to see. He had bulging muscles, making him very stocky, and Rose liked his manly shape, and often did gape at a trait of him flexing – which was appeasing and pleasing. She was only petite, but she liked being small, and Charlie would often pick her up with his strength, for a hug. She lusted over his form, and would often give him a massage, and not just for pleasing him, as it pleased her to feel his large shoulders. 

She thought of having children with him, as she craved to be a mother, but his reluctance to become closer was a niggling factor, as would he stay to brighten up her day to day rot and decay, as she was feeling shunned a little, which haunted her thoughts, which played on her mind. She looked at other mothers, and envied their lives, as she wanted children so much, but as of yet hadn’t met the right male to be a loving father, to equal her love. Charlie was desirable and amiable, and very personable, and seemed to be stable, but would he be able to commit deeper into their relationship, as in letting himself go with the flow of what she does sow, which does grow, as in her feelings for him. 

Rose contemplated her life: she was in a relationship without proper courtship, and she wanted to be wined and dined the more, as Charlie wasn’t poor, and he knows the score as she’s told him before, and did implore for him to stop her feeling more sore at him being a bore, treating it as a chore to open up a restaurant door. Could she change him for the better? She’d at least try, and keep asking him why he won’t socialise more. She liked going out dancing, and having a laugh out from her gaff, but he liked staying in watching sports on TV, a travesty to she, wanting he to be more free, as in not staying in so much, getting out of touch with family and friends, so she would make amends by being more of an influence, with perseverance.

 

She would soldier on, regardless of not having much fun, but he did have his charms, but she was suffering alms not much in his palms! She wanted more attention, and for him to heed her supplication. She would nurture him to be in her favour, adhering to a loving behaviour much more to her liking. 

© Andrew Stevenson 05/12/2017

 

A 500 word short story.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.