What is it? What is it? She tried to coax an answer from her mind.
Her waiting for her long gone man? Her patience? Her love? Her lust? Or fanning herself so that she could feel better in the hot summer? A rose that lives for a day? Or the water that quenches her thirst for a few hours? Or her thirst itself?
What are you living for?
What is it that is forever in this world?
And what is forever anyway?
She threw everything that she had anchored for her life at once.
She left without flinching, without bidding good-byes, without leaving a note.
Nothing is forever.
Written for Magpie Tales : Mag 225
2 comments:
I liked it very much as she was exploring all the reasons why she might be lying there.
Shame her man has kept her waiting 102 years . . . .
~ Eddie
Thank you very much. I liked it myself too. Haha. One of the pieces close to my heart.
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