Hope Davis
Stories (2/0)
To Pluto
He slid his fingers over the cold metal. It wasn’t beautiful, by any means. The chain had tarnished and rusted long ago. He could see that the heart shaped pendant used to be ravishing. It had a dismal green tint behind the years of dirt and grime. The blackened silver hugging the stone still clung onto its former beauty, still trying to shine. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, admiring the beauty of the jewelry. He,mindlessly, turned it over and over in his hands. He wondered who it belonged to and what the story could’ve been. He turned it over in his hands one last time and saw something. If he wouldn’t have looked down at that moment, he would’ve missed it. It was the smallest twirl. It seemed to have been burned into the metal. An inscription, perhaps? He thought. It definitely didn’t look professional. It was shaky, messy, and a stark contrast to the elegant front.
By Hope Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Driver's License
“What do you have to be heart broken about? You’ve never even had a boyfriend.” her friend told her laughing. The song playing over and over ran in her eardrums. I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way about someone… you said forever, now I drive alone past your street” She knew all too well what that felt like. She closed her eyes as memories flooded her mind. The hours that they had spent driving around endlessly, just talking about anything. About Everything. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. He was her best friend. She smiled as she remembered how hard he would laugh at her bad jokes. The way he would get excited about telling her about a show or a song that he loved. She didn’t see him get that excited very often. It was refreshing and it always made her smile.
By Hope Davis3 years ago in Fiction