Wednesday, March 6, 2013

100 Words: The Morning After


He uncurled with the dawn, muscles slowly warming, awakening at the first touch of the sun. The soil beneath him, soft from its recent turning, hadn’t made a very comfortable bed.

Stretching, he cracked his back, sat up, pulled his blanket close around him.

Across the expanse of the cemetery, beneath the crests of milky white fog, squirrels tumbled together, played chase.

Sighing, he turned, leaned against the tombstone that had served as his companion throughout the night; his fingers traced the loops and whirls of her name the same way he used to trace her face.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”









For Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge: Milky.


7 comments:

Bo said...

This is heart wrenching and beautiful at the same time

L. M. Leffew said...

Thank you.

L. M. Leffew said...

Vivid, yet foggy. Makes me want to go sleep with a tombstone. Well, for an hour or so, maybe...

L. M. Leffew said...

That was hauntingly beautiful. It leaves me wanting to know their story.

(visiting from Weekend Linkup)

L. M. Leffew said...

Yes...an overnighter with a tombstone probably wouldn't be great for one's back.

L. M. Leffew said...

Thanks for visiting, glad you enjoyed.

L. M. Leffew said...

Um, probably the kind of guy I would fall for. ;)

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