poprika
I tripped over a stroller on the way to work today. Not the best start to a Monday morning, I admit. My foot caught in the front wheel and my face was caught by the ground. The child in the stroller had the gall to laugh. I didn't.
"I don't want to-"
"We should talk about this-"
"I think it would be better if we just let it-"
"Go on, then. We're waiting."
It was quiet inside the forest, but a sort of silence that felt boxed in. The air was close in between the trees. Moss grew at their base and they seemed to grow straight up into the clouds.
His tongue dragged over her cheek, licking up the sauce that had smeared there after her last bite. Her breath hitched. He smirked as he pulled away.
It was musty up in the loft, as if no one had been there for a very long time. Dust draped itself over the furniture like a lover, nuzzled into small creases and dark places. Light oozed in from a dirty window, like a snake into a mouse hole.
It was strange, with no moon in the sky. The night seemed empty without it. Dark. The stars couldn't pick up the slack, too far away to shine any brighter, for their light to reach us any more. It was strange.
The tree glowed with it- some sort of happiness that seemed to drip from its branches, over-saturated with joy. I guess I really hadn't watered it for a while.
Well, it didn't look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
Well, it wasn't look very good, that was certain. Their chances were bleak, if even that. Darkness pillowed around them like a thick cloud, too thick to slide into the lungs with ease. Too dark to see the way out.
It was too misty to see his face. I squinted against the grey, trying to get a better look. It fought me, clouded my eyes with long fingers that were cold against my skin.