Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came
On the bare platform outside her hut, she was only Agnes; cold by herself,
Two months ago she awoke to this new silence with bedsheets still warm from their last love-making.
Many other things had mattered then: a stove that needed mending, the leaky rook, and meat to put on the table. Andrew said he would get the funds to fix their life and left.
He crossed the border the day before the walls came up.
“Just protecting ourselves”, the police had said.
She had beans and rice, she had water and salt, but she could only linger in the void he left.
Counting every day, no one knew how long it would last.
Sarah hosts Prosery on dVerse today. The prose challenge where we should use 144 words or less while embedding one line from a poem selected by the host.
This time we shall use “No one left and no one came on the bare platform”, taken from Adelstrop by Edward Thomas.
April 13, 2020