Accord

Posted on February 6, 2019 | 5 Comments

“I will go, if you ask it.”

The lantern is turned down low. Its dim light pools on the table, glints off the brandy glass dangling from your fingers. I wish I could see your face.

“No.” Your voice drifts out of the shadows, gentle as rain. “Stay.”

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5 responses to “Accord”

  1. Stacie | February 7, 2019 at 5:53 am | Reply

    Your micros are always so poetic and this is no exception!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jawilcox711 | February 7, 2019 at 8:12 am | Reply

    I agree with Stacie! This is so poetic and beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. innatejames | February 7, 2019 at 10:19 am | Reply

    Love how all of the weight in this scene rests on “I wish I could see your face.”

    Liked by 1 person

  4. optimisticauthor10 | February 7, 2019 at 4:04 pm | Reply

    haunting and beautiful. you placed me in the moment.

    Like

  5. Laissez Faire | February 7, 2019 at 5:59 pm | Reply

    The low light really enhances the anxiety the speaker is feeling in waiting for an answer.

    Like

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