The willing victim

- a small tale

I put the cap back on the pen and laid it on the table slowly. Her eyes moved from me to the pen and then back to me. Hope flickered in them. The tear drops on her long lashes shone like dew drops on the morning grass. Her eyes never ever failed to bait me. Each and every time they lured me into doing her bidding without fail.

I was a man hopelessly in love, a victim to her charms. She only had to gaze at me with those lustrous eyes and I was like putty in her hands. Yet, on some days I held on for a little longer or at least tried to. Not now, I would tell her, I have work to do. She would pout and look at me through her long lashes and I would weaken. Yes, the man who could by a look, send the minions scurrying in all directions to do his bidding, when it came to her, danced to her every tune.

They think I have softened since she came into my life. I know they laugh behind my back. I don’t put my mind into my work the same way I used to before. Just the other day, they caught me grinning like an idiot in the board room in the midst of a meeting. I had been thinking of the call I had just attended and what she had said. I had promised her I’d meet her for lunch. It was only when Ms. Jenny cleared her throat discreetly that I realized I had been daydreaming.

Tomorrow is an important day for me. I have tons of papers to read and points to note down in preparation for it. My competitors were going to rip me open if I were to present myself unprepared. But how could I refuse the plea in her eyes?? I tried my best. Very gently I told her, not today sweetheart, I have lots of work to do. My heart lurched as I saw the hope in her eyes about to be extinguished. What the heck, my competitors could have my job if they wanted. She was more important to me than anything or anyone.

She had half turned and was about to walk away when I made my decision. I quickly got off my chair and went down on all my fours. Her pout disappeared in an instant. She clapped her little hands in glee and jumped on to my back. I was now her Elephant and she my royal rider, the Princess. I trumpeted loudly, swayed and started on my journey around the room. I love you Daddeee Elephant she said hugging me tight with her little hands. Well, tell me honestly, what else does a guy need??

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Written for 3WW CXCVIII

This week’s words: bait, jump, victim.

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