Fiction

I have many different things on my bucket list for what I dream of doing. One of them is something I have wanted to do for so long, and that would be to travel around Europe for a year.

I have always loved the smell of hard-won warmth: dusty blankets, savory stew, all the various fragrances that can be distilled in a pot of boiling water.

The sun was hot. It burned my skin and made my insides buzz. The drink in my hand decorated the heat, like rouge on red cheeks. I wore a bathing suit that revealed the flat brown of my belly. I could see my curves.

I run. I feel as though the hedge is closing in. I can almost feel it brushing my sides, as I turn sharply to the left. I feel like collapsing when I finally see it- the exit. I draw in my breath and sprint forward, my head throbbing.

"Hello, sir. Where might you be headed?" A lady on the street questions.
"Oh, you wouldn't be interested." The man answers.
"You would be surprised at all that I am willing to believe right now!" 

"Hello," I say, loudly so that they can hear me through my mask. They turn, to reveal a face of silence, one of which seems is uncapable of emotions.

The shade grew with the sun. Under the big thick leaves, the shade became solid. The line between insistent energy and gentle dark turned bold. I lay with her on the grass, exhausted. Dry tears hung in my eyes like long evaporated dew.

A melody murmurs on soft summer air,
wind caressing her midnight black hair.
Deep brown eyes reflect a vast star-lit sky,
bright amber ashes, crackling from a fire long meant to die.

We met in a stationary shop. He was toying with an exceptionally fine pen. I thought he had nice hands. They were strong, yet oddly delicate. I could see his thoughts twirling with the pen.

There’s a silver lining to every devastation, or rather, a transparent lining that masks the remains of the forests in our world today.

“You’re all such lumps!” exclaimed Mrs. Angelica Hargreave, surveying the current state of  her three children, who were all draped upon sofas and stuffed armchairs in a very liquid-like fashion.