Droplets from the Inkwell

Twitter Scribbles: Sunday, 4 November 2012

I looked out the window. The wind blew across the hillside, picking up snow and scattering it, as if it was still falling from the clouds.

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I sat in rapt attention as the soloist sang. A single tear rolled down my cheek as her voice skillfully intoned the haunting lyrics.

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I turned the small piece of wood in my hand, shaving away small fragments from it here and there. It began to take the shape I wanted.

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I stared at his facial features, and considered how handsome and ageless they were. He was offering me that same beauty, to possess forever.

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We sat on the couch watching the movie. He leaned forward, snagged a slice of cheese pizza from the box, and held it out as I took a bite.

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I walked through the dewy grass and the dampness felt cool against my bare feet. Every now and then, I'd squat to break off another flower.

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I lay on my side next to him, studying his sleeping face. I could hear his breath escape through his slightly parted lips, which were thin.

JarredH

Our tears remind us that we're human. Our laughter reminds us why.