The Voice
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She was sat there, reading her book when she heard it. It was low, with a timbre that spoke to her on some level deeper than aurally. There was a laconic speed to it, like it was drifting out of its owner's mouth casually and with swagger, masculine swagger which spoke of sexiness and long mornings in white sheets in bright tastefully decorated rooms. It was the Mick Jagger of voices, exuding a confidence, a knowingness that was making her tingle at the prospect of exploration and fulfillment with the finding out.
The voice had aroused more than just her interest.
Irene was not prone to such flights of fancy. She had come into town for a new bread board and to have a few moments to herself. When she was given the chance, she liked to sit in a sophisticated coffee shop, treat herself to a cappuccino and cake and read her book, sat in a little world of her own making, letting her imagination take her off somewhere strange for a moment or two. Sometimes, she'd watch people coming and going and ruminate on their lives, but mostly, she liked the feeling of the image she had created of herself: educated, self-possessed woman, confidently indulging in the things that she knew would bring her pleasure and calm.
So when The Voice, as it would ever more be known to her when she thought of it, strode boldly into her consciousness, she let it do what it would with her. She forgot her book, she picked up her cappuccino and she sipped it with a delicacy, a savouring that matched her inner desire.
It really was quite remarkable, the way it made her feel. She had no idea what had been said.
And now, having reached the end of her time of repose, she was faced with a dilemma: should she look or should The Voice's owner remain a mystery?
Tall, dark, smouldering, sexy was her vision, as The Voice suggested but what if The Voice was all he had? She moved her head towards it but realised she couldn't bear the disappointment! She gathered her things and walked straight out.
The Voice remained intact.
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I love voices. The right pitch, coupled with an accent, and a delivery that speaks to you on some other level. I am the same about singers. If their voices grate at all, then I find it difficult to rave about their music regardless of melody or orchestration. It takes something away from it.
And so, I took that idea of finding a voice enormously appealing, beguiling and resonating with you deep inside where it connects to an innate knowledge of what you are attracted to and making a story from it.
Should Irene have looked?
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Rachel Deeming
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
Comments (11)
Rachel, Satan beguiled Eve with his voice...Adam was moved by what he saw in Eve. Women are seduced by sound...this reminds me of a story I'm about to write...one of my memoirs. Thank you for the inspiration and jolt to my memory.
Although I agree with DK, reference a voice that does not match the speaker, the world Irene has chosen to live in may be enormous in a Walter Mitty sort of fashion, but it is narrow in every other respect. It is possible to have a life of the mind and one outside of it. Excellent and thought-provoking writing as per always, Rachel.
Loved the concept at play here! It can be so jarring when a voice doesn’t seem to fit its speaker and she seems content with her imagination
A really interesting sensibility you explore here.
I adore voices and accents...so this was very clever and relatable. Well done on a scintilating little tale!
Oh this is so very clever. I am always amazed by how different people look to how they sound. I used to find this with work a lot.... Think Irene showed an incredible amount of restraint. I would have chucked the book down and been gazing round the room! Great one Rachel.
Ooh, I love her restraint. What a gift to herself.
My first impulse would be to look. I never find the woulda. coulda, shoulda's, in life to be very satisfying.
With you on voices. Hugely influencing. Would I have looked? Yes. I am too curious a cat to not. 😆❤️
Mysteries are especially enthralling when they remain unsolved! Deftly done!
Omgggg, I love voices too! I love guys who have deep voices and the sleepy/morning voice of a guy. That shit sexy as hell! Lol. In my opinion, Irene shouldn't have looked because I've had the same experience as her and was so disappointed hahahah. Loved your story!