She worries about how cold it is and how lonely he must feel outside.
Every time she pushes him to that place and he turns from her.
She screams at him ‘let me in.’
And he stares at her with that blank look that says ‘…I just, I just can’t.’
And he walks away.
So she stands there… spent. For what seems like days.
Waiting for something, anything.
Crying tears that leave sandpaper trails on her cheeks.
Wondering if this was too far to push…
this time.
They are both hurt, scared, alone.
The mirror shows the blinking clock by their bed, it’s late.
But he’s across the house, alone in another room, hurting within himself.
The tears have dried, their mark only visible in the bags beneath her eyes and when she looks in the mirror.
Softly the rain begins to fall.
She goes to him, lying there in the dark, listening to the sound of the rain.
Beside him, she hopes for tomorrow, and the sleep comes.
Finally the sleep comes to them.
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3am performed by Rob Thomas (I don’t like the video but this is the acoustic version from story tellers where he gives the real background… kinda defeating the purpose. but for those of you who need the eye candy find him here.)
Thanks to ink paper pen for this weeks prompt.
Write On Wednesdays Exercise 16:
Hadge says: Take a favorite (or even random play) song and write the story behind the lyrics, not something inspired by the lyric, but the flesh on the bones of the story. It gives lots of scope for interpretative writing. Use the lyrics or theme of a song for a piece of flash fiction (50 to 200 words). To clarify, write your version of the story behind the lyrics in a song
~I don’t write fiction, though this is not entirely true. Of course a bit of a departure from my usual style as its a rather prose-ish piece. ( I really only write poetry when I am at the bar with um a glass of potato juice…) so I am open to anything anyone has to say.
I enjoyed that…. then felt a little scared….then I threw up in my mouth a little…. then I enjoyed it again….. thanks?
I’m not sure why you were scared unless beautiful men are nauseating to you. Then I totally understand.
Nice, tight little post. I enjoyed it.
I read this several times and it grew on me with each read. I particularly like the imagery of her tears ending as the rain starts falling – made me think of change, a shift in status, like the couple had just passed some invisible barrier into different territory. Looking forward to trolling back through your other stuff now – maybe I’ll take up the theme and write a detailed introspection of the message behind Slayer’s ‘Raining Blood’ … :)
Thanks for taking time out to stop in and read my shit. I don’t often write serious things so I appreciate the feedback. As a person who enjoys her heavy angry music I will take a listen to the Slayer of which you speak and look forward to your piece.
He is eye candy indeed.
I really like the delicate nature of this and your imagery.
Welcome back to WoW
thank you!
gorgeous. the prose and rob thomas. :)
He is pretty isn’t he? That’s why I like the storytellers video better but it would have ruined the piece. And thank you!
Beautiful, very poetic. You captured in a wonderful way the plight that many couples go through. Very nice, great song choice too.
I love that line too. It sums up that feeling of hopelessness and deperation perfectly.
This is dark and beautiful. My favorite line is “crying tears that leave sandpaper trails on her cheeks.” The image of tears that can damage like sandpaper summed up her pain for me. Great work!
thank you lillie, I appreciate the feedback.