East, to the city
the second of my four flashfics came out like this;
I stood at my front gate and watched the sun come up in the market street. I watched the housewives and shopkeepers, the balloon-seller and the pickpocket, bustling in the lovely light of a new Summer’s day.
I was waiting for the right moment to step out onto the avenue, myself. Waiting on a lady.
And soon enough I saw her, her body like a song, her silk dress with its faded and water-streaked flowers, floating around her as she walked. I left my garden gate, and followed close behind, nearly treading on her heels. She swung one wicked elbow, which caught me in the midriff, and laughed at my explosive gasp. And twirled to face me, and steadied me until I’d gotten my breath back. And kissed me, in that busy street, on that summer’s morning, in that eastern city- until I lost my breath once more, lost my wits, lost my heart.
Just as I did each morning.
two still to go…
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Lovely!
Beautiful job, Stella. It made my day.
Re: Lovely!
oh, thank you, sweetie!
Are you going to try it? It’s meant as muse-bait, you know
Re: Lovely!
It’s tempting, but unfortunately I have a lot on my plate right now and my brain might explode if I add anything else to the load. Thanks for the invite & reply, though.
Very Nice
I like your ficlet/flash fic. I just adore the image of the silk dress….there is something about silk that’s so fluid that makes it seem surreal at times. As if it is moving under it’s own power.
damn
“one wicked elbow”
the perfectly imperfect alliteration! you are such a poet.
much enjoyed, glad I stumbled upon your lj, you gonna submit something to mannequin envy or what?