Our Moon_Spatula Gate_Looking up Luke_White Waves
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Our Moon
It was a quiet Saturday morning for newly married couplie Carolyn and Marcel. Both the young age of twenty three. They had stayed up all night so they could look out there balcony, looking out into the foggy grey morning to watch the sun rise just as they did every Saturday morning since they have been together. "Just beautiful, breath taking" Carolyn would always say. He loved the way her dark hair blew in the soft breeze of the autumn air, and the way her green eyes sparkled and seemed to dance in the light. He smiled at her, " I could stay and watch the sun rise with you every morning,...
Spatula Gate
Spatula GateOkay, so I threw a spatula at him. In fairness, he deserved it. A wooden spoon probably would have done less damage, but that was at the bottom of the washing up bowl; a knife probably more (too far away) - although maybe not with the accuracy level of my javelin style rage. The spatula happened to be the thing I was washing up at the time, the metal handle light in my hand and silver body covered in fairy washing up liquid and the odd bit of stray carrot. I flung it on the spur of the moment, more in exasperation really than anger. I didn't break the spatula so I can't have thrown...
Looking up Luke
Looking up LukeThere was a sheet of paper stuck between the knob and the frame of my front door. It was www.onedoor.ccdamp and yellowish. I hesitated before taking it, and wanted to crumple and drop it in the waste bin without reading it.Was it a message or a threat? I had no reason to expect threats or messages from anybody. Unless it was from the kids yesterday afternoon who ran their bicycles over the front lawn. I yelled at them, and they turned their heads and flipped me the finger.I didn’t want to unfold the sheet, and find a ‘fuck you’ note written on it.Inside the kitchen, I looked for the trash can...
White Waves
She is too close, moving into my space like she has moved into my thoughts. Where others are mountains, fully formed and unyielding upon acquaintance, she started as a trickle of the Spring thaw, then became a rush of a river. She is discoverable and surprising.All I can think about lately has to do with her. Her full and often broken lips as she bites them. Her dark, deep eyes as they catch a mischievous glint, challenging something I said. Her crooked smile as she gratifies my humor, laughter bubbling sweetly behind the edges of her fingertips. The way she silently touches her bottom lip wi...