For months, I have felt we haven't seen each other. We have met each other - spoken, heard and laughed for hours. Yet it seems like eons since I have seen you. I have been counting seconds to when you would get a vacation from all the responsibilities that have stolen you away from me. I have been waiting and playing hopscotch with the hands of the clock.
Tomorrow, I am going to meet you. I am flooded with anticipation like the desert sand at the mirage of a cloud. "To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes."
I see you coming from distance. My heartbeats rhyme with your footsteps. You are here now. 'Would owning all the watches and clocks give one the ability to stop time?' I wishfully wonder. Time's up. We leave.
Great story! Especially love the line ' I have been waiting and playing hopscotch with the hands of the clock. '
ReplyDeleteSuch a romantic take on the prompt! I love the fiery longing and intricate details that lead up to their meeting. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteYou've done a good job of building the main character's urgency. If only we could stop the clock in those moments, to make them last forever.
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