Dangerous Wishes

They spoke of the future while immersed in a past like a tangle of kudzu vine, spoke of it as though it were around the next corner.

Be careful what you wish for.

He watched the sun, like a red poker chip, fall into Ontario, and listened to the hum of the city behind him. The lap of water. Gulls. Sirens. Her laugh.

It was what longing tasted like.

Her.

He turned and pulled her close. This had been their dream. “I’m not letting you go,” he whispered. He bent his head and kissed the tape covering her mouth.

Be careful what you wish for.

 

105 wds

FFM 2015 Day 1

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