There are places we go, deep in the woods, in a song, in our minds.
The movement of arms and the pulling of shirt halts the dream.
Reality snaps back in place: A soft smile under dark glasses.
A closed fist and a deep breath bring peace again. Temporarily.
Count to 10. Suddenly it almost didn't happen.
Almost.
Posts Tagged ‘prose’
places we go
upon a stranger's time
She's wearing sandals and her toes are painted light blue. The sun catches her golden hair making it radiate. She's obviously searching for something.
I take a deep breath and stop her. I'm not from here either, but, maybe I can I help you find something? "Well, I was just looking for a little cafe to [...]
each deliberate step
You were proper. Every strand of hair pulled back neatly. The bun placed perfectly at the top center of your head. Two very intentional tendrils framed your face — restrained and appropriate. Makeup applied in such a fashion that it was hard to tell it was even there. The only give away: your bright cheeks [...]
