I’ve always found your house oddly appealing. I suppose because it is well-kept, and no weeds seem to be growing in the front garden. Your house just looks nice, in the same way that houses can look sad, lonely, rude or proud. I like the quietness of your house, and how it stands contentedly onContinue reading “If I knocked.”
Category Archives: Prose
a sadness.
There are times when I think about you, and feel, somewhere in the recesses of my being, a sadness. It is subtle and barely noticeable at first, but if I think about you for long enough, my heart starts to clench, and I suddenly want to cry, without knowing why, or where this pain comesContinue reading “a sadness.”
over.
Day 1 I recognise you. Even with all these pews between us, I know it is you. I recognise your slanky figure, complete with tall height and skinny limbs. I recognise your round face and that messy, dark blonde (almost brown) hair. The sight of you flips my stomach upside down – I can scarcelyContinue reading “over.”
“this”
She could hear the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a warm day, early in the summer, and the sun was high up in the sky, which was blue, bluer than the shirt he was wearing. “This,” she started, waving in the air a small bundle of folded pieces of paper, “wasContinue reading ““this””
graduation day.
Today is graduation day. I put on a dark green dress, and I’ve let my hair out. I would have put make-up on too, but I ran out of time. The room is crowded with teachers, students and their parents. Everyone is talking, but I don’t mind the noise so much, as everyone seems toContinue reading “graduation day.”
inside & out.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking all these personal questions,” she started, timidly glancing in his direction. By the smile he gave her, she knew that he didn’t mind, and that, quite on the contrary, her obvious curiosity was pleasant to him. Still, he said, “Not at all.” They had been sitting side byContinue reading “inside & out.”
seeing you.
I don’t know exactly how I see you; only that I see you differently to every one else. I do not see the look in your eyes, or the colour of your hair. I do not see the wrinkles on your skin, or the shape of your body. In fact, it is like you haveContinue reading “seeing you.”
the chair.
As I walk up to the restaurant table, around which were gathered twenty chairs, it occurs to me that what I want is not within my power. There was a particular way I want the evening to unfold – namely, that you and I should sit close to one another – but I cannot simplyContinue reading “the chair.”
early morning.
I blink my eyes open, just open enough to see that it is morning already. There is sunlight shining in through the window, and I can make you out now that it is no longer dark. The sight of you makes me smile. You are resting on your side, facing me; your head emerging fromContinue reading “early morning.”
She.
There was an air about her, if one looked at her long enough. Physically, she was quite a beautiful person, and pleasant to look at. She was rather tall and skinny, with long limbs. Her dark blond hair fell just below her shoulders, and it would smoothly frame her triangular face when she did notContinue reading “She.”
