I don’t think we really quarreled that midsummer night so many years ago. It was only a slight disagreement over some triviality.
No, I have not forgotten and I haven’t changed my mind, but we left the issue unresolved.
It doesn’t matter now, you decided to leave me to the bluedusk night. I still remember watching you running barefoot down to the lake, your white dress billowing around your ankles.
I stood by the porch, fuming with righteous anger when far away an interrupted cry echoed through swirls of mist.
Though many years have passed — still — in the moment right before I fall asleep I hear your anguished screams.
Sometimes I miss the softness of your skin and almost regret being a coward. I could have saved you from being eaten alive by zombie-piranhas.
But that would mean admitting you were right.
Today we start a new feature called prosery at dVerse. I’m hosting for a new prompt for prose and storytelling. The maximum number of words is 144 (one gross) and it has to include a line given coming from a poem.
In this first version you have to use the line “when far away an interrupted cry” somewhere in your text.
If you want to take the challenge a bit further try to hit the 144 word limit exactly.
June 10, 2019