Since I write almost exclusively erotica, I won't be posting much here in terms of excerpts, but I figured that this set-up to my first anthology tale was worth posting... and it's 100% clean ;-)
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I had heard rumors of its existence, but I had never expected to actually see it with my own eyes.
“It” was a necklace featuring a bejeweled white octopus. It was a large pendant, nearly as large as my hand, featuring two large blue diamonds for eyes and countless little cloudy-white diamonds to represent the many suction cups along its eight tentacles. The pendant hung from a golden chain, and would definitely make the wearer the center of attention in any situation.
“Hey hon,” I called out softly. “Come look at this.”
The old antique store was the last place I would have expected to find something like this. Not only did my fiancée look in my direction when I called her, but so did the store owner. The old balding man approached me somewhat quickly, and I was almost certain that there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes once he realized that I was looking at the octopus pendant. The old man’s cane was loud with each impact on the aging wooden floor, which only made him seem like one of the antiques being offered for sale and made the necklace’s presence in such a place all the more unusual.
“There were supposedly only three of those ever made,” the old man croaked, his voice carrying a slight tone of amusement as he approached me.
“I’ve heard rumors of its existence,” I assured him.
“Oh?” The shop owner’s surprise was visible in his face, and suddenly he had a newfound respect for me despite my young age and my even younger fiancée.
“I’ve traveled a lot,” I said, purely to simplify the explanation. “I’ve seen a lot of things and heard a lot of stories and rumors. But this is one rumor which I had believed was simply just that: a rumor.”
“Ah! Smart young man...” Standing on the other side of the display case now, the old man fidgeted with a key ring attached to his belt, his hand slightly unsteady as he found the proper key and slid it home into the lock.
By this time, my fiancée had appeared at my side. “Oh my...” she whispered, and I knew that she instantly liked the necklace, especially the pendant.
“What do you think?” I asked her quietly.
“It’s... it’s weird,” she answered, her tone one of surprise, “but it’s strangely beautiful.”
“I think it’d be perfect for you,” I said, running a hand through her long amber mane.
Looking up at me, she pleaded with her eyes. Nothing more needed to be said. Although I had been considering buying it for her anyhow, the expression in her bright eyes was more than enough to convince me to spend some cash.
By this time, the old shop keeper had extracted the pendant and its necklace from the display case. He kept it on the display stand, presenting it to us for inspection. The octopus pendant had a noticeable scratch on it near the crown of the octopus, and noting that, I instantly began planning how to haggle for this item. “How much?” I asked.
The price, while hefty, was not nearly as high as I had expected, making haggling unnecessary. Either this truly was not what I thought it was and instead was just simply a replica of a rumor, or the antique man decided that I was the right person to buy it.
I also bought the small display stand, so that my fiancée would be able to display this whenever she was not wearing it.
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Date: 2008-11-01 12:03 pm (UTC)*****
I had heard rumors of its existence, but I had never expected to actually see it with my own eyes.
“It” was a necklace featuring a bejeweled white octopus. It was a large pendant, nearly as large as my hand, featuring two large blue diamonds for eyes and countless little cloudy-white diamonds to represent the many suction cups along its eight tentacles. The pendant hung from a golden chain, and would definitely make the wearer the center of attention in any situation.
“Hey hon,” I called out softly. “Come look at this.”
The old antique store was the last place I would have expected to find something like this. Not only did my fiancée look in my direction when I called her, but so did the store owner. The old balding man approached me somewhat quickly, and I was almost certain that there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes once he realized that I was looking at the octopus pendant. The old man’s cane was loud with each impact on the aging wooden floor, which only made him seem like one of the antiques being offered for sale and made the necklace’s presence in such a place all the more unusual.
“There were supposedly only three of those ever made,” the old man croaked, his voice carrying a slight tone of amusement as he approached me.
“I’ve heard rumors of its existence,” I assured him.
“Oh?” The shop owner’s surprise was visible in his face, and suddenly he had a newfound respect for me despite my young age and my even younger fiancée.
“I’ve traveled a lot,” I said, purely to simplify the explanation. “I’ve seen a lot of things and heard a lot of stories and rumors. But this is one rumor which I had believed was simply just that: a rumor.”
“Ah! Smart young man...” Standing on the other side of the display case now, the old man fidgeted with a key ring attached to his belt, his hand slightly unsteady as he found the proper key and slid it home into the lock.
By this time, my fiancée had appeared at my side. “Oh my...” she whispered, and I knew that she instantly liked the necklace, especially the pendant.
“What do you think?” I asked her quietly.
“It’s... it’s weird,” she answered, her tone one of surprise, “but it’s strangely beautiful.”
“I think it’d be perfect for you,” I said, running a hand through her long amber mane.
Looking up at me, she pleaded with her eyes. Nothing more needed to be said. Although I had been considering buying it for her anyhow, the expression in her bright eyes was more than enough to convince me to spend some cash.
By this time, the old shop keeper had extracted the pendant and its necklace from the display case. He kept it on the display stand, presenting it to us for inspection. The octopus pendant had a noticeable scratch on it near the crown of the octopus, and noting that, I instantly began planning how to haggle for this item. “How much?” I asked.
The price, while hefty, was not nearly as high as I had expected, making haggling unnecessary. Either this truly was not what I thought it was and instead was just simply a replica of a rumor, or the antique man decided that I was the right person to buy it.
I also bought the small display stand, so that my fiancée would be able to display this whenever she was not wearing it.