itsandi:
Congratulations Prettyspicey!

thank you

queenitee:
You know have always thought you are a guy

Really?

AlamienDagash:
Wow TMDavidWest this is one among the immense flash fiction that i've ever read.
Great piece.
So i was thinking if you wouldnt mind and allow me to copy this tremendious story.
Thanks.

Thank you for the praise, AlamienDagash. I do mind though having my story copied. I prefer a formal request sent to my email. Should you be interested in doing that, then mail me: tmdavidwest@lifeandspices.com.

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It was past midnight. I cast an absent glance at my phone's

24hour-set clock and breathed an impatient sigh. I needed to be in bed; but I needed to complete this chapter too. So...

My fingers swept across the keyboard with as much speed as I could make them -- which was no speed at all. I should have taken that damn speed-writing class serious!

The knock was brusque and I shot my head up. Christ Almighty! Was someone knocking on my PC screen?

It came again. Swift, loud and impatient.

No, it wasn't coming from the PC. "Darn it, TM, get a grip!" I muttered and scraped back my chair and marched to the door.

I pulled it open and stared, hugely irritated, at the girl... make that woman... No, young woman at my door. "Do you know what the time is?" I demanded, wondering why I'd opened the door at all. Could have been a robber. Could still be.

"After midnight, I should think." She retorted, nudged me out of the doorway and walked into the room.

I muttered something not polite under my breath and shut the door with a snap.

"Writing, are you?" She asked when I resumed my seat.

"Yes." I didn't bother to spare her a glance.

"Of course, that's what you do -- write." She perched a hip on my desk. "What are you writing?"

I slowly raised my head. She was slender -- quite slender. Dark, like ebony dark. Her hair was some kind of frisky, short style with tinges of red slashing through the pitch black weave. Her mouth was coated in red -- bright, sultry red and pursed as she stared back at me.

Love red much, don't you? I thought with a sneer, sweeping my glance over her maroon coloured designed-to-fit dress. Good thing you went black on the heeled sandals. But who wears heels after midnight?

"A story." I answered her question, moving my eyes to hold hers.

"A story." She repeated and the semblance of a smirk crossed her face. "Let me guess, a love story. Romance. That's what you write best, right?"

I didn't like the smirk. "I do other genres but Romance does take the lead. Why are you asking?"

She ignored question and peered at the PC screen. "So, whose love story are you weaving, writer?"

I definitely don't like her tone. Why the heck again did I let her in -- a total stranger?

"It is the story of Micah, Shadrach and Noah." My tone was crisp... and patronizing.

"Ha, Micah. I'm guessing that unisex name would belong to our leading lady, right?"

"It does." I should get rid of her.

"And... pray tell, and when did you meet this," she crooked her fingers, "Micah?"

"Not that it's any of your business," my patronizing tone amplified, "but she and I made contact in September."

"Last September?" She spluttered, springing to her feet. "Like 5 months ago September?"

I was thinking I liked her perfume, even though I didn't like her screeching indignantly and looking all astonished in my room.

"Yes, that September." I nonchalantly held her gaze.

"You met her in September and you're already writing her story?" She cussed, under her breath and explicitly. Not a word I'd ever write. "5 months and she gets her own story? Gets to become the heroine of her own love story?"

"Yes, 5 months and she gets that." Now, I've had enough. "Who are you again?"

"What?" She gave me a look like it was a stupid question. "Kike."

"Kike?" I arched my eyebrows.

"Kikelomo Adeyemo." She hissed.

I arched my brows even higher. Hadn't known that was possible until now.

"I don't believe this!" She ground out, stamped one heeled-foot. "Kike. Valerie's best friend? Un-Break My Heart?"

"Oh." My mind opened, captured, processed and recalled. "But... that can't be! I can't be talking... seeing... you are a character from a story for Christ's!"

"Mmm-hmm. A character in a story you wrote." She'd crossed her arms over her chest now and was smirking again. "A character you created. You created me and you forgot all about me."

"Forgot all about you?" I was still trying to convince myself not to abandon my PC and run for my dear life. "But... how? What did I do?"

"What did you do? Toss me out. Threw me into oblivion; buried in hip-deep promises," she swung her hip -- a pronounced one for one so slender -- to one side, "and eternal procrastinations."

"Right." I blinked, wondered if one nut had come loose in my head... again.

"It is not right, TM!" She... Well, I can say Kike now. Kike snapped. "You treated me shabbily. I was a good character. A damn good character. Heck! I put the zing in your Un-Break My Heart. People loved me. They wanted more of me -- the spice that made their reading an unforgettable experience. They asked for me, and you promised them a story." She jerked a finger at me. "You know when you wrote UBMH, TM?"

"Ah..." She is using acronyms like I do? Dang!

"2013! 2013, TM?" Kike snorted a derisive laugh. "And in 2014, you made the promise to write my love story after bringing the UBMH on board here. 2014, that's 3 years ago, TM. 3 years. Yet, Micah, only 5 months in the radar, is already getting her own story. That is so not cool, TM."

"Ah..."

"3 years and I've been waiting for my story." Kike cut off my stuttering. "3 years, I've been waiting to be made a heroine. Waiting to be upgraded from supporting character to heroine. Waiting to be the bride and not die a bridesmaid. Waiting -- and every year, you buried me deeper in promises and procrastinations. While you made Toni a heroine. Made Lara a heroine. Even made that money-lover Richelle a heroine too! And now, it's just-sprung-up-5-months-ago Micah. Hell no, TM! I want my story. I demand you write my story. You created me, so give me a better life!"

"Right." I nodded, breathed... blinked. "I will write your story, I promise..."

"Enough with the promises, just do it!" Kike snapped. "You know how old I am now? 31, TM. 31, since you put me out there in 2014. Do you know the kind of pressure out there when a girl's 31 and no man?"

"I will write your story. This year. No more procrastinations, I swear." Swearing was better than promising, right?

"You do that." Kike gave a snooty sniff. "But back date it. No way am I going to be older than 30 on my wedding day. You found Valerie her man on the day she turned 30 and I want the same."

But you're already 31. As a matter of fact, it is 32 since the story was dated in 2013."

"It's fiction, TM. You can do whatever you want." Her eyes sparkled menacingly. "Back date it. 30. The big three-oh and a man of my own. And I want a wedding. You gave Elizabeth and Amarachi a wedding scene, I want one."

"Ah... that could be too repetitive. I did an after-wedding scene for Samantha..."

"I don't care about Samantha, or the others. I want a wedding." She pinned unflinching eyes on me. "You make my wedding happen, get it?"

"Ah... yes." But, dang, she was bossy! Was that how I created her -- all fiery and bossy?

"Good. Third quarter of this year at the latest, TM. No longer."

"No longer." I absently acquiesced. Where did the full-length mirror she was primping in front of come from?

"Great. Super. Me likey." She grinned at her image, fluffed her hair. "So, what's with this Micah?"

"Micah." I tried to clear my head. "Um, she's actually got a 9 year old son and just got engaged to the man she is dating. But Shadrach, her son's father, comes back and she starts..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Kike cut me off. "Save the long details for those eager to read it. I don't care to be bored by another's heroine's love tale. I got mine to dream about." She critically eyed her image. "Yeah, I'm all set. Going over to Valerie's. She's got a baby now..."

"Valerie has a baby?" The information surprised me.

"Yes, she does. A boy. You would know if you'd bothered about my story." She made a clucking noise with her tongue. "Anyway, I'm off. It's going to be green-eyes moments with Val and Nathan billing and cooing at each other. But I love my girl and I love Nate Phillips, so no hard feelings." Her mouth pursed. "What will be hardship is having to put up with that Duncan."

"You don't like Duncan?" My eyebrows shot up.

"Please." Kike scoffed. "He thinks he's all that. He's a yellow skin for heaven's sake! All about himself like I'd ever be interested in a sun-lit man." She clucked her tongue and sashayed to the door. "Get me a real man, TM. Tall, dark... and I'm talking ebony real African dark skin... and hot." With a dramatic wink, she swept through the door.

"Aha!" A scene opened before me.

Then multiple scenes. Possibilities. The things I could do. Oh yes...

"TM?"

I snapped open my eyes.

My PC's cursor blinked twice. "Continue my story." Micah's voice ordered. "I'm not giving up my turn for her. And the other Antoinette is waiting her turn too. So..." She let the words hang on that meaningful note.

I gaped at my PC. Christ, these characters were too bossy!

***

Um, @ JeffreyJames, ah... what was I going to tell you?

*Thinks*

Oh well, don't matter. I've got work. Kike... No, Micah... ah... *getting back to work*

Chumzypinky:
sweetlungs, why havent you been updating again?

lol @ sweetlungs. Sweetkidney nko. lol.
Chumzy, the full story is right here o jaré. Come on board and enjoy yasef:
http://lifeandspices.com/index.php/2016/06/15/key-to-my-heart/

kababs:
Hi, Prettyspicey

Hope you're having a great day? My name is Yinka. I like your story.

Will you like to write for me and earn money? If you're interested, contact me @ signature.

I'm sincerely looking forward to hearing from you.

Thanks

Well, I don't know about "writing for you", Kababs. But this is my gmail should you want to talk business: tmdavidwest@gmail.com.