The Sunday Whirl

Posted Sunday March 27

Let me read it to you

It happens sometimes. Not often. The moon beckons me through a gap in my curtains. I leave the warmth of my bed, descend the stairs then meander down the street to the beach watched only by the creatures of the night and a flickering light.

Pebbles crackle beneath my naked feet, but I feel nothing. I dip my toes in the water and gaze towards the shimmering, glistening horizon. I wait. One, two... on the count of three, she appears at my side. She takes my hand and leads me to our special crooked rock. Back to back we sit, knees beneath chins. Minutes go by. Hours. No words pass our lips. No need. When I glance over my shoulder she is gone. My friend. My phantom? I know not her name, neither she mine; I suppose.

I stroll home, pull tightly closed my curtains and slumber 'til dawn. Contented, satisfied.

For now.

The Sunday Whirl



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