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?
Thursday photo prompt Subdued, we wonder: is this a new dawn, the beginning of our futures? Or is it merely our memory, our longing, for how beautiful it was, long ago, Before we arrived...
His dreams often found him, on islands of darkness, trying to reach out, to long lost lovers, to his parents, and, to her, the elusive woman, the shimmering silhouette. Sometime, he woke up, lost, looking for some way to find, an old phone number, an address, a letter. In the paraphernalia of his sleep he … Continue reading #Promptbox: Une Femme Est une Femme
" But in the end we talked all night. Every story has a time to be told, I convinced her. Otherwise you'll be forever a prisoner to the secret inside you." ~ Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart She longed to see him, to hold him as she used to. But he was no longer there, so she … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: the Secret Space, Near You
Forgotten, or the Sentinel For Arthur C Clarke Their small group approached the monolith, step by step, grey on grey, in the rocky, icy landscape. Its surface reflected no light, as each one of them felt the same longing in their heart: they bowed silently, in the solitude of space. “I appreciate your loyalty”, She … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Forgotten
Inspired by Wednesday Writing Prompt, courtesy Amanda L. Webster (@missmandy76) The Greatest Longing He was away for a few days, the first time in nearly a year that they were apart for more than a few hours. On the morning he left she drove him to the airport: “I’ll be back in a sec…” he … Continue reading #WritersWednesday: September 12 – The Greatest Longing
Hope, our Lord... eternity in our genes?