Here’s my flash fiction piece from this contest, in case you didn’t get to see it in its original home. It’s not naughty or sexy, but I hope you like it anyway.
The starkness of the sunlight through the window. The coldness of that little white sink.
Day, night. High, low. None of it matters. Spiralling downward; losing myself piece by piece.
How strange those days seem now,
how distant, how empty,
now that you are in my life.
“I’m a dragon and I’m going to eat you all up!” I roar at the foot of your castle. “You better just come down the slide and into my big hungry mouth – there’s no other way out!”
You squeak your royal disdain, the sound so full of life and magic: no silly old dragon is going to eat Princess Becca!
Scurrying to and fro like a mouse, your pretty blonde head popping out of this hole then that, your little face glowing with such glee that my heart wants to burst. Oh! That silly old dragon! Racing round to meet you every time!
Round and round we dash, laughing in the sunshine, happy in our own little world.
And then I’m not a dragon any more, and you come into my arms, and I hold you to myself like the precious gift you are.
My beautiful princess.
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The starkness of the sunlight through the window. The coldness of that little white sink.
Day, night. High, low. None of it matters. Spiralling downward; losing myself piece by piece.
How strange those days seem now,
how distant, how empty,
now that you are in my life.
“I’m a dragon and I’m going to eat you all up!” I roar at the foot of your castle. “You better just come down the slide and into my big hungry mouth – there’s no other way out!”
You squeak your royal disdain, the sound so full of life and magic: no silly old dragon is going to eat Princess Becca!
Scurrying to and fro like a mouse, your pretty blonde head popping out of this hole then that, your little face glowing with such glee that my heart wants to burst. Oh! That silly old dragon! Racing round to meet you every time!
Round and round we dash, laughing in the sunshine, happy in our own little world.
And then I’m not a dragon any more, and you come into my arms, and I hold you to myself like the precious gift you are.
My beautiful princess.
I don't have any words, Pennybird, for how lovely and ache-y this is. ->*
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emily. You're always so kind <3
DeleteSuch wonderfully evocative and descriptive writing, Penny. I envy you your talent for such prose...
ReplyDeleteThank you, smuccatelli. I'm so glad you like it.
DeleteThis poem makes me cry. It's sad and beautiful and just pure emotion and longing and I think Emily said it best ... ache-y.
ReplyDeleteHugs, N. It made me cry too.
DeleteI'm so glad you put this up, Penny. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you, Ana.
DeleteSaw this on FB and came to read and glad I did. So glad. Really lovely. I think my favorite part, weirdly (I'm weird, not you) is ".. The coldness of that little white sink."
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by and reading, Sheri. Hugs and love to you.
DeleteI'm not sure what to say about this that doesn't sound stupid, but I want to hug you for writing something so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou could never sound stupid, TFD. It means the world to me that you think something of mine is beautiful.
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