This was an incredibly difficult call, because there was something in every piece written that spoke to me. Every glimpse made me want to pull the curtain back further and know a bit more about what was going on. But when it came right down to it, I chose She’s Lost in the Subway’s Sheets. She transported me so completely with crisp imagery, and an enviable brevity.
I urge you to check the comments on Join Me?, though, and read all the stories. And I hope you’ll join me again, for this week’s prompt and challenge.
Challenge piece, a new scribing that I am enjoying, in this instance from the voluptuous Dark Night Chronicles . I’m new to writing challenges. It’s a bit daunting, but a whole lot of fun.
I started at the corner, because it had already lost its grip. The ridges and valleys spread out before me, arranged in waves shaped like David: long limbs, bent with the bliss of sleep. Just an hour before, he’d warmed the ridges and valleys, after he’d burned his touch onto my flesh.
And now, as I bent to pull away the sheet that still held his shape, I paused. At first, one knee, then another, my arms stretching toward the place where his head had rested, gathering and wringing the white cotton, losing myself in the chypre fog.
My body called to him, as I wrapped myself in the sheet, and closed my eyes. It would…
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