Eloise stood away from the others as detached as if she’d been in Rome. Whilst her so-called friends paraded before the boys like so much fresh meat, Eloise waved them away. Whilst the others coerced and cajoled, fluttered eyes and waggled worse, she looked off into some unknown secret. I likened her to heaven, distant, yet a goal worth waiting for. Wait, I did. Wait, I would. Always.
Everything was a something too much.
She was never here. Always there.
50 Word Stories – Closed
We loved each other, you and I. Days stood completed not when dusk dispersed in merging shadows, but when we commanded. Time had no meaning. The outside world had no place. When you opened your eyes life mattered. Only then. So why now are they closed?
This time will be different
The stars have aligned
Though I look through darkened glass
At cosmic forces in motion
But I’m sure
Yes, I’m sure
The clouds have swept aside
To reveal everything
The moon smiling in broad circles
Of silver promises and altered gravities
No deep, black holes
I’d see them
So this time
Yes, this time
Everything will be right
As though written in hieroglyphs
For all history to see
We’ll be legend
Hades and Persephone reborn
Yes, this time
Unlike all the rest
We twirled in the tide with nothing but the ocean and our breaths for an orchestra. Above, the moon waltzed with the stars as if captured by the mood. Time was an afterthought, sunrise and sunset distant memories. Even the night paused. Why? Because sometimes you just have to dance.
Francesca breezed amongst the flowers like a butterfly on the wing, light and carefree. Dressed for the summer even though it was cool, her silk blouse tousled in synchronicity to her long, blonde hair, her smile radiant. I could’ve watched her all day. Looking longingly from my window, I did.