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

Posted in flash fiction

Repeat

Life can twist our minds and rip dreams away
But in some moments we find
The greatest gift is perhaps not physical
But a moment in time
When we no longer have to be held to the reality of who others believe we are.
That moment wrapped in a lovers arms, the true idea of home dancing through every sensation.
Or a moment alone with nothing more than a breath and a soft whisper for patience.
Libations given in sacrifice of every moment thereafter.
When we come under fire we close our eyes willing ourselves to aim higher.
Repeat.

For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word Count: 99
Theme: The greatest gift