She sits in the corner booth, watching her friends on the dance floor, but all she can think of is the past. Sipping her drink, visions of the times they’d dance together haunt her, and the loneliness almost brings her to tears. {photo source – image used under creative commons licence}
{image source} He hadn’t realised quite how long he’d been sitting there, twirling the bar mat, until a voice at his elbow pulled him from his thoughts. “You could nearly sail a boat in that.” Paul looked up, to see Rob holding two beers and nodding at the puddle that had formed on the table in front of him, condensation […]
The airport was noisy and full of people rushing to be somewhere else. Occasionally the doors would open and a fresh wave of people would flood into the arrivals hall, scanning thw crowds for a familiar face. The longer she stood there, waiting for it to be her turn for someone to smile in her direction, to scoop her up […]
The first time I saw him, the next day, he was yet to wake. Eyes closed, his face still. I felt his peace, and lay close by. I held his hand, took a breath and slept as well. ~~~ Adding 33 single syllable words to the prompt “The first time I saw…” for this week’s Trifextra challenge. This is a […]
{image source} The lights dimmed, the curtains parted. From somewhere in the back of the hall, a spotlight carved a beam through the murky semi dark, and lit up the costumed performers on the stage. Paul’s breath caught. With her back to him, and everyone else, stood Lauren, stunning in a flowing white gown, surrounded by black suited men. The […]
Four hours, three minutes. Not that long since he’d held her close, his arms tight around her as if he wished he never had to let her go. His voice, soft and low in her ear, whispering words of love and hope and the future. Of the magic of the past three days they’d share, suspended between realities, with their […]
{image source – used under Creative Commons license via Flickr} The boards flickered, the list of flights changing every couple of minutes, as they stood side by side and watched, waiting for the right numbers to come up. Next to each other, together, but not touching, the memories of the last three days and the ghosts of the last six […]
He pushed the door open, and dumped his keys on the hall table, his bag hitting the floor next to his feet seconds later. Leaving the lights off, Paul let the gentle glow of dusk easing through the windows guide his way to the lounge room, where he collapsed in his favourite chair, and took a moment to let […]
To set the scene, we are currently three years post-breakup. Lauren has called Paul from Amsterdam, and left a message. Paul has worked up the courage to call her back. And a bit after that, we find ourselves here… ~~~ “It’s just, I don’t know, it all seems like a distant memory. But then I do something or hear something […]
photo source The silence was almost deafening in the church, as Paul sat on the hard pew, his phone cradled in his hand. The email he’d been desperate for, had given up on, had arrived moments before. And now he was here, he had her number, and yet, something held him back. He’d waited three years for this moment, and […]
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