She shouts from the living room
‘Do you think I should take my coat?’
He calls back from up the stairs.
‘What?’
She steps a little closer and calls again
‘ I said, it looks a little like rain,
do you think I should take a coat?’
He emerges towelling his silver hair
‘What’s that about a goat?’
She sighs and goes to fetch her glasses
Stirs his tea and makes his toast.
He finds her in the kitchen
He holds her in his arms.
She remembers midnight passes
And why she fell for all his charms.
They pack the car together,
thermos, rugs and folding chair
To drive
To find a place beside the shore
And like their parents did before
To walk the sand
Then sit together hand in hand
And silently just stare.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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