Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Today

Ten years ago, he fastened a strand of pearls around my neck and ran his thumb along the line of my jaw as he promised me forever.

Last year, he told me I was the center of his world, that he couldn’t imagine life without the feel of my skin beneath his hand as he slept.

Last month, he woke me with the scent of fresh coffee and rose petals before he slid back between the quilts, making me want more and more and more.

Last week, he took me to the ocean and slipped the fabric from my shoulders, drawing me ever closer as we moved to the rhythm of the waves.

Last night, he wrapped me in his arms while he asked me to promise that I would never leave, never make him live a day he didn’t share with me.

Today, he packed his bags and said goodbye.

(Fiction for Six Sentences)

7 comments:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Ouch... Was hoping that's nbot where it was headed. Nonethless, well-written. As always.

Michael Solender said...

whoa! Not where i thought it was going POW - right in the kisser alice!

Laurita said...

Tess, your writing always pulls at my heart strings until I am sure they will snap. This was beautifully and poetically written.

Loree said...

So well written. Pity he had to leave :)

Mulled Vine said...

I knew that was coming but it didn't soften the blow.

Beautifully written.

Barry J. Northern said...

The bastard

Tess said...

Thanks guys ... I'm still playing with this in longer form ... I keep getting distracted by tangents ... changing voices and switching 'sides'... it's good to see where you guys identify ...

Hugs!