hidden desires

“After all this end, can we come back here one more and share a meal again?”

She said this in a quiet voice, as if speaking any louder would break the fragility of her dream.

She could not have pretended to know how futile her question was, but she still asked. It was pretty bold of her I have to admit; I didn’t expect the most reserved one of us to be the one to breach the topic that we were all too afraid to even whisper about. It hurt too much, beyond words. 
 
q

quartzink

TX

YWP Alumni

More by quartzink

See all

  • Fiction

    By quartzink

    into the unknown


    She should be comforted. But his smile is still all teeth, no light in eyes. His hand on her shoulder is ice-cold, the hands of the dead grasping at their one lifeline, too desperate to mean much. His touch still burns.

    Read More

  • Fiction

    By quartzink

    delos

    When we were born, the island itself was tethered to the mainland, and then there was no longer a mystical floating isle in the sky, just like that; all that was left was a lifeless chunk, frozen in time, trapped on Earth.

    Read More

  • Fiction

    By quartzink

    on and on

    All good things must come to an end. As she said earlier, nothing lasts forever. Still, she stared off into the distance, hoping for that bell to never ring, for the train to never slow to a halt, for herself to never pass the threshold.

    Read More