Three small pieces based off photographs. I feel this need lately to make pictures into stories. I don't know why.
The joy of sunshine sinks deep into my skin. Walking with your hand in mine down the street is almost as grand as the umbrellas twirling in our hands. Acid wash jeans rubbing against the tulle of my skirt, what a couple we are. You’re humming a soft tune, and I’m wondering if the warmth and joy isn’t coming from your fingertips.
The truth is, your words made me unsure. They passed from mouth to mouth before landing abruptly in my lap. Walking around this town, I felt the eyes on my back and the trigger under their fingers. However, you didn’t realize I would walk tall, and proud. I want to apologize that your cry for help fell upon deaf ear for so long. Maybe someday, somewhere we can talk about it.
This is the worst piece; I can't fix it. Something is off, but I can't seem to place it. Arrgh.
I heard your laugh yesterday at the corner store. My knees went weak as I turned in a hurry, and looking all around, I could not find you. Today I needed out, and I went for a walk. I was pretty sure you were jogging up ahead of me, and I ran as fast as I could to catch up. It seems pretty silly to think I could mistake you, but yet again I have. I’ll keep searching for you, boy. I look for you in everyone, and I hope someday you’ll return to my arms like in my dreams.
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