Posted in flash fiction

The Shape of Love

The shape of love is a funny thing.

Sometimes it’s car doors and raised voices or explosive seconds dragging into minutes. 

It can be square like steps paced around the room or the set of your shoulders backlit by old headlights.

Sometimes it’s a circle, the ember at the end of your cigarette glowing a steady red. 

It can scatter, dandelion seeds escaping on the wind.

Sometimes it’s no shape at all, a blur existing only in our inner eye, a memory we try to understand.

Sometimes it’s long with strides at a gallop as it slides away.

It can fade, short days into the longest nights and remerge, clouds parting for light.

Sometimes it’s grainy, dirt under your nails and a mouth full of mud, or sinister like a pistol at your back. 

It can be oblong, a pill too big to swallow, or slow flowing murky water. 

I’m not sure the shape of this love but it hurts nonetheless.

Photo courtesy of Pixabay

For Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted in flash fiction

Magnetic Freaks

It’s strange how things work between us. Like some weird magnetic freaks, we’re drawn to one another.

I’m not sure we ever had a choice. We’ve come together and apart more times than I can count.

It’s that connection that pulls me across the room, a cartoon scent hooking me and reeling me in. The atmosphere between us thickens. The sparks must be palpable. 

For a second our eyes lock and the buzz of conversation falls away. This is the moment, over and over again, prefacing every story we have. 

Reading my mind it seems, you pull me closer.

Word Count: 99
For Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge

Posted in stream of consciousness

Unswayed

They gave me one wish.

I didn’t have to think at all.

I leaned in to the candles and blew

Sending my wish flying

Out the window

Into the sky

Where I have no doubt

It popped.

It tumbled to the ground

Landing at your feet

As no more than a whisper

For you to care

It nestled into you

Carving space in your soul

A silent uprising

An unsettled toll

Still you moved on

Unswayed by the thought

And in my dreams

You stop.

Posted in stream of consciousness

Sum of Our Moments (Repost)

We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.

Originally posted Nov 5, 2017