I feel you in the whisper of air along the bare length of me. I hear you in the creak of the bedsprings, the hollow smack of the headboard against the wall. The memory of you is loudest with my eyes closed.
Tag: apropos of nothing
Level
I'll level with you: I’m crushed. It wasn't about stats, it was about stories. Now, I won challenges – no false modesty – but more: I won you over. It'll be different, won't it, now? This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra prompt, and the news shared today by the … Continue reading Level
Colors
Colors have connotations. They imply. Your voice, tinged with ochre, reflects the westward sky and I think of endings. I deflect, offer up my blue eyes, distant and deep as night. You smile. That wasn't what I meant. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra prompt: Plenty of times over … Continue reading Colors
Tipping Point
I am an obsession, a twisted fulcrum. A distracted smile, and you tilt thusly. A gaze too deep tips you back. I etch my name across your back. It lingers when I leave. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt: This week we're asking for exactly 33 of … Continue reading Tipping Point
Shorebound
The first time I saw her I feared the sea too much. She sailed the night, the moon hung for a lamp on her mast. I wait and watch the waves. Next time I will brave salt's sting. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt: We are asking for a 33-word … Continue reading Shorebound
Christine Hanolsy 