When we were eight, I pulled your hair.

I rotated in your orbit, one satellite among all the others. I bore their reflected brilliance until, at last, I drifted away, caught in the gravity of time. Entropy at work, or inevitability.

But the stars were so bright, the heavens clear on the night you found me. I let you weep your loss on my shoulder. I let you stroke my hair.

Ah, love, need I say it? You, only you, always you.

This post was written in response to the 33rd Trifecta Writing Challenge  prompt:

Write a 33-333 word response to the following quote: “What I tell you three times is true.” by Lewis Carroll. You do not have to use the actual quote in your response, but you may if you wish.

I am lying in bed next to the one who inspired the last line, though the details were improvised. I had grand plans of completing the full trifecta of challenges, but alas, time got away from me. I have no photo, and barely a title, but I couldn’t pass up the 33rd prompt.

10 thoughts on “Thrice

  1. rosemary mint says:

    Wow. The two references to hair are phenomenal pairings. My favorites are the opening line and this:

    “I let you weep your loss on my shoulder. I let you stroke my hair.”


    • Christine says:

      Aww, you’re a sweetie. 🙂 You know the ironic thing? I realized last night that she doesn’t actually read any of these. And this isn’t even the first I’ve written with her in mind!


  2. Andrea Miles says:

    Glad you didn’t miss posting for this prompt at least because it is great. I love how it starts with the first line. I love the two lines starting with “I let you…” and I love the you, only you, always you. Reminds me of me & my husband. 🙂


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