Story time again. I am working on a book, but I like to stop and do the writing challenges, too. Sometimes I leave a lot to the imagination.
Sitting outside on the porch, I see a figure coming toward me. I know who it is. I have been waiting for them. They don’t know that, though.
I have pretended not to notice. I didn’t want to hope too loudly, but we have had the most delicious relationship all in my head.
It is dark out, so I still can’t make out their face completely. But I can’t deny the connection I feel for this human. I would know them anywhere.
“So, why do I suspect you saw me coming? You do not look as surprised as I hope you would.”
“When you want something so bad and you see it finally arrive, you think, maybe I willed this into existence. Maybe I made this happen. Of course, it could be that I am just dreaming.”
“So if this is your dream, what happens next?”
“Let’s not waste time on words.”
They chuckle at that. Me, the lover of words. But there is no more between us for a while. They take my hand and lead me into the house.
No more time for talking underneath the pale moonlight.
Lisa Gray 