Top Ten things Oliver Finn wishes he could reveal to Penelope Beckett…
1 I wish I’d never let him have you, never let him near you, never let him throw his spell over you. I wish I would have demanded he back away from you.
2 I would do anything for you not to be the first image I wake to and the last I fall asleep to.
3 I want you to see him for what he is, know him for what he will do to you, discover he’s not the one for you.
4 If only you weren’t so beautiful, or clever, or kind, or charming.
5 But you are all those things and you drive me crazy with that hair I would give anything to run my hands through, your skin I wish to breathe over, your words I want to drown in.
6 And you are unaware of my secret. You must be, have to be, because I know if you were, you wouldn’t smile at me as you do, laugh at my jokes, banter with me so effortlessly.
7 You wouldn’t torture me if you knew how I felt, how I am known to lay in my bed at night plagued with an imagination that won’t let you go.
8 No, you wouldn’t do that, and yet, I’m in agony still, want for anything you will give me despite it meaning nothing to you.
9 And I want you desperately. Incessant shouting in my head, silently begging for you to look at me, notice me, see me as more than his friend.
10 Notice me, Penelope Beckett. See me, Penelope Beckett. Give me permission to worship at your feet, Penelope Beckett.
Top Ten things Penelope Beckett wishes she could reveal to Oliver Finn…
1 You were unexpected.
2 But not unwelcome.
3 I just wasn’t ready, couldn’t trust my instincts, because I didn’t know myself anymore. It was his fault.
4 Now months have passed and I don’t see you anymore, yet you’re all I think about.
5 I stayed here. I can’t admit it out loud yet but I did this for you. Somehow I knew you were worth staying for.
6 I’m only seven minutes from your house, you know. I timed it. Every single day for months I’ve wanted to knock on your door, tell you hello, kiss your lips, ask if I could stay.
7 Answer your door.
8 Answer your door.
9 Answer your door.
10 I’ll stop knocking now.
About the Author
Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, ‘Jonah’, and her Beta, ‘Whale’. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?
Fisher grew up writing. She secretly hid notebooks and notebooks of dribble in a large Tupperware storage container in her closet as a kid. She didn’t put two and two together until after college where it suddenly dawned on her, “Hey, I like writing”. She’s a bit dense.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Put down that Oreo, your butt can’t take any more.”
Anyway, she likes to write and has finally beaten her self-esteem into submission enough to allow herself to be scrutinized under the ‘other readers’ microscope. “No! No! Not a cover slip! Last time it gave me a ra….” (mumbling)
Rescue Fisher from her metaphorical specimen slide at www.fisheramelie.com