Echo

He was walking down the street.

 

Preoccupied with the day he had just lived,

His stream of thoughts was punctuated by numerous questions.

 

One could read on his face the scars,

Red seals patching up his trampled heart.

 

***

 

Every morning for six years – that passed in the blink of an eye

He had opened his eyes to lay them on the face he so cherished.

 

He loved to let his fingers slide on her soft skin, appeased

By a night. Regenerated, he could lie there, watching her for hours.

 

Her long mane of fire was extinguished by the obscurity

That reigned over the dark realm of the room.

 

Shutters shut, slammed on hopes weaved over

A lifetime and strengthened by six years shared.

 

He was not even wondering what he would do the next day

Or in a month. He was wondering how he would manage

 

To share his space with each moment lived together, and captured

By the pieces of furniture, and the familiars that held her remembrance

 

– Ghosts of their lives intertwined.

 

***

 

He walked over the threshold of their apartment,

He let a sigh of surprise slip away from him.

 

This start of despair echoed

In the void over dustless forms,

 

Resonating from the absence of their tenants, evaporated.


I wrote this poetic short story as part of Mug’s Tale’s 22nd Weekly Writing Workshop, exploring the theme “Expectations”. It came to me in French, but I translated it into English for your benefit :). I hope you enjoy the read.

Have a wonderful weekend, and happy writing,

Love,

Hailie.


The featured photograph was captured on my iPhone 5C, on the 22nd of February 2016, in Toulouse, France, using HDR settings.


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10 Comments Add yours

  1. A picture of desolation fully evoked Hailie.
    The way it was written had a wispy quality if that makes sense, the melancholy stretching out with the lengthier lines, a haunted feel. Good read ☺

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    1. Hey Fionn, thank you for reading and sharing your impressions. I love what you think of my lines 🙂 It definitely aligns with what I had in mind when I wrote it. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you, M. I am so happy to read your comment 🙂 I was afraid you had stopped following me… But it turns out your comments went to the spam folder. Silly wordpress gave me a scare. Thank you for your support ☀️

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      1. I will never stop commenting. If you don’t see comment in all of the people I am following it’s cause they are being send to the spam folder, I should do a post letting everyone know about this.

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      2. Maybe you should 🙂 that is a good idea.

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      3. I will as soon as I get home. Stay amazing

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      4. I will check though, from now on 🙂

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