Following Alice Down The Rabbit Hole
Dead memories screamed, cloying the grey air. Happy Valentines he’d said. She laughed without feeling. The fairground was empty.
Her fingers ran over the decaying ponies, their merry heads loosed from their bodies. They were still laughing in silent agony where once children had patted their painted muzzles. We hadn’t been to the scene of that crime in years, but you always come back to your first.
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The Eiffel tower whispered as she dozed on the balcony deckchair. He watched the soft beat of breath rise and fall in her chest. Mottled sky stared in. He didn’t move from the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap.
The bed sheets were ruffled, lying in rippled waves of long dead ecstasy, swirled around a box of half-eaten chocolates. She’d discarded them at the first opportunity.
Just like his love.
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First & Last
She closed her eyes, not waiting long to feel the soft curve of heat press gently against her lips. He tasted of every fantasised kiss but so much better. The raw gentleness of his mouth tested her, finding her tentative response with surprise, but didn’t withdraw.
Instead he kissed her again, as if checking that the first was real and wanted. Lips moved in the dark with tender reply.
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It’s been a strange month filled with ups and downs (mostly downs, but I’ll try not to focus on them). I started off trying to affirm to everybody how happy I was with the way things have been going for me and was subsequently assaulted by an anonymous comment telling me to “stop moaning”.
I’d like to thank whoever it was for causing me to realise that there is simply no point in my trying to show people how happy I am because apparently they can’t interpret it and so I have decided to go ahead in a bloody minded way just writing whatever I feel like. After all, this is my blog. I should be allowed to write what I like here about my personal life without being slated for it.
If you’re here solely to read the flash fiction, then that’s fine. You don’t have to waste your time wading through my personal thoughts.
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