Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Love’s weathervane

I dread his sandpaper touch
I love her princesses’ skin
I dread his sea stench

I love her freshness
I dread his oak taste
I love her summer flavour
I dread his monotones
I love her footsteps
I dread his shadow
I love her spaces
‘Hello love, a good day?

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.