Door opens. Wet footprints form. Nobody!
I love your brown eyes. I keep them to remember. It’s crazy but your ezsema was an issue. Your creamy white flesh gave so well. A couple spots here and there really was nothing.
It’s a shame. But no comprises. Your choice. I still look at those eyes every day. They were glossy before, now just glassy. You got what you wanted. You alway get what you think you need.
It’s the body I miss. Souvenirs are nice. I long for the days when you wanted fun. Now we have a gap of living and dead.
At least, I still remember the taste. My freezer helps. Love is forever.
Written as part of the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Challenge …. details or tthe play go to https://nicolaauckland.com/2016/11/12/sometimes-stellar-storyteller-six-word-story-challenge-56/#comment-4872
The theme intentions
” I never meant it. That way.”
Body motionless. Feet from the door.
Breathing sweat. Stagnant air. Beating Sun
They leave them in weird places!
Time heals. Memories fade. New frontiers.
Pitchforks. Torches. Villagers descend into madness!