The screaming siren of arriving trains followed by whispering rushed steps and crawling human scents keep me company as I wait for her.
My heart’s racing like a hungry horse and the wooden bench offered no help to pacify my agonized soul.
I tried to personify her before our eyes meet today. Always, I fail. Maybe because beyond her face and her body, I only want to ‘see’ her soul. Her soul who writes words I adore. Her words that opened my decade-old locked heart.
Her soul and words I know I will forever love even with my eyes closed.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 20 May 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.