It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it ever real, the long stairway, the high ceiling, the flowers on the balcony, the canal. The … Continue reading Nostalgy
memories
Before Dawn
He has been in so many places, but he is amazed when he discovers that she has too. Delighted, they start talking at once about their various experiences. As the days start getting longer, they walk, and talk, then go to his small room to continue their conversation. She’s in love with Italian cities, Verona, … Continue reading Before Dawn
Guarded #writephoto
Inspired by Sue's photo prompt There was no one at this desolated place where he had expected to see her. Yet her message had been clear: "Meet me at the guard, the highest point on the hill, where you have a full view of the mesa." They had played there, witches and sorcerers, and later … Continue reading Guarded #writephoto
Decline
There is no regret, only memories, some bittersweet, some funny. He looks back and smiles, all the time listening to the breeze blowing through the bare branches of the trees. He sees the present, but his reality is in the past, although he no longer reads it as the past, rather as a possible future, … Continue reading Decline
A little dusty place
He took a last look at the now empty apartment: between those walls he and his companion had spent some very happy hours, but also known doubts, and even fear. Times were changing, now was the right time to go home, to retrace their steps. Looking for his lost dream had been the goal, and … Continue reading A little dusty place
Glisten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Is this you, running toward me, in the dying light of our star? Is it you, or your double, or your servant? I know it cannot be you, how much I wished it were. But I know: I lost you, eons ago, far away. Tonight I remember, the long voyage, the … Continue reading Glisten #writephoto
Vista #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "Soon we will be back, walking those hills, and finding ourselves, again." It's true, she thought, life is an eternal come back. Simply, we change, not the hills, not the sky. Only us grow old. Or it feels like it. So, we will have to rewrite the story, or is it … Continue reading Vista #writephoto
Dream #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt They were back, still in a daze, amazed at the colours, the air, the clouds. She took his hand, in silence, knowing he could not be reached, yet. Was this real? Or was it a dream, another dream? If it was, then she did not want to wake him up, or … Continue reading Dream #writephoto
Secret #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt You can stop worrying, no-one will ever know, your secret is safe, hidden, under key. Now you have regained your freedom, there is no evidence, no proof, nothing has ever happened. Your thoughts are safe, and as you well know, time erases everything. So, it is up to you, what you … Continue reading Secret #writephoto
Partir?
How to leave the city? Setting aside the why (perhaps one day?) how is the question. Maybe the correct answer is: we don't, ever, we may be elsewhere, but our minds and hearts stay here. Maybe we'll reminisce, as Frederick writing to Voltaire, much, much later (in fact many wars and forty years later) … Continue reading Partir?
