Heart on the beach – by Estrella Azul

A heart on the beach…

There’s something

in this picture

which makes me think

of not losing hope;

Even though the waves

will wash over that heart

and in a few minutes

there will be no trace

it ever existed…

Double digits – by Estrella Azul

It was her. The woman he has longed for ever since they have met some months ago. The woman whom he could never truly have.

He watched her for a long time, not quite knowing how to ask what was on his mind. He decided to go with straight forward and inquired.

- So… How many boyfriends have you had?

- Many. – she answered nonchalantly.

- Is that a precise number? – he winked.

She smiled at him.

- Sure.

- So a lot, huh?

- Yes.

They lay there for minutes, cuddled up. He caressed her back, fondled her shoulder-length hair as she distanced herself slightly from his embrace.

- Is it like… double digits? – he proceeded carefully.

- Yes.

- Higher than ten?

- Yes.

- Higher than fifteen?

- Yes.

- Higher than seventeen?

She paused to look at him seriously. Then slid off of the bed and picked her clothes up from around the room’s hardwood floor.

- What are you fishing for?

- I’m not sure.

- Why? Does it matter how many boyfriends I’ve had? How many men I’ve slept with? What are you really trying to ask?

- No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t know why I asked. – he answered sincerely – Never mind.

With all her clothes gathered up she headed towards the bathroom, then changed her mind. She lowered the pile onto an armchair and asked.

- Want to join me for a shower?

- Sure.

Just a one-night stand, a rebound thing… – he thought.

No, somehow it didn’t matter.

Predictable – by Estrella Azul

- Just where do you think you’re going with that?!

Maybe she’s asking another family member.

- Can you hear me, honey? I’m talking to you.

Oh, darn… You are talking to me.

- No! Stop right there!

Maybe if I go left, she’ll leave me alone.

- No!

Go right then?

- Don’t you dare take another step, Mister!

Oh, come on!

- How many times do I have to repeat myself?

But…

- Take that filthy thing out of my kitchen!

But it’s mine!

- Give it here then.

No!

- Come on, give it!

Nooo!

- I’m taking it to the garbage now. And don’t let me catch you looking for it.

You know how long it took me to catch that freakin’ mouse?

- Understood, kitten?

Fine…

I’ll go catch and try to sneak another one in. You’re bound to go write a flash about this.

Winter’s miracles – by Estrella Azul

The smallest snow flakes
Delicately rest on leaves –
Tiny miracles

On someone else’s Stage

This will be a bit new to me, since as opposed to a single article, this week I’ll be guest posting for a couple of days over at Vie Hebdomadaires, which isn’t just any other WordPress.com site.

Come check out my performances on someone else’s Stage

On Monday, An endless run, where I think out loud a little bit about endings.  

On Wednesday, I contemplate on The gift of Autumn.

And as a closing on Friday, my #fridayflash, “The life of a dream”, can be found there.

Overwriting memories – by Estrella Azul

They were admiring the view as he leaned in to kiss her.

She was delighted with traveling to Paris. It was her favorite city in the world. The one she had been so happy in.

Now however, she was overwriting past memories while he charmed his new bride. Overwriting distant memories as the two of them strolled down cobblestone streets and dined in romantic restaurants. Overwriting cherished memories as they criss-crossed the Seine River and visited attractions, as they watched the city turn more magical with every second that passed.
She loved her groom more than life itself.

Obliviously, he kissed her forehead and glanced over the city again, after she graciously eluded his kiss; embracing him so strongly as she never had before, kissing him on the cheek.

There was one memory she could not overwrite.
There was only one kiss she desired to recall on top of the Eiffel Tower.

You never said – by Estrella Azul

You said
you knew
I was the one.
You said
you were sure
I was incomparable.
You said
you wished
I never left.
You said
you thought
I would go back.

You never said stay,
you never asked
Me to return…