you say lost like the subject is just w a i t i n g to be found. i can assure you: it's not.
loss is what inspires me: sometimes, there is the hope that you will return.
The campfire crackles as he puts a new log in place, trying to catch the spark and create a larger fire. A few metres away she checks the tent, making sure it's all secure. That done, she silently appears behind him, watches him add kindling and small logs to the fire."It's kind of caveman-like, isn't… Continue reading Trilogy, Part 3
Part 2 of 3 Her heart isn’t in it. He can tell from how often she checks her phone, deals with some imagined call or text that just needs to be checked. It’s times like this that he resents her and as he watches her type he grinds his teeth. They’re supposed to be collecting… Continue reading Trilogy: Part 2
Part 1 of 3."One day we could go camping. Make a weekend of it."She looks blankly back at him, not quite confused but leaning towards puzzled. "You know, tents. Campfires. Sleeping bags. Or have you never been camping before, city girl?" He reaches over and tugs a stray piece of her hair, surreptitiously taking in her… Continue reading A Tale in Three Parts