She’s Coming

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in a little over at 169 words.

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Thanks to Yinglan for this week’s prompt!

 

It was his daily mantra. His optimistic hope never wavering.

This is the day. I can feel it.
This is day we will leave. This is the day we will go Home.
It’s been three years since our new Human started taking care of us. I know she loves us as do her younglings, our joy, but our loyalty belongs to our first Human. Today is the day she will return for us.
I can smell it in the air. Today we will finally be reunited. She will come.

Cynthia paused, caught in emotion. She wondered what Bailey was thinking peering from behind the fence. She couldn’t help but think his expectant and hopeful look was not for her but for Desiree. Exactly three years today, that fire had changed everything.
Despite her sorrow, Cynthia had poured so much love into these dogs.

After all, they were her last connection to her dead sister.

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Still

Still

I still see you.
          Everytime.
    The way your eyes
          Widen when you speak.
    The way you look
          Towards the sky
               Unnecessarily.

Your fake drama.
Your fake pain.

     The way you smirk
          In jestful judge.

I still feel you.
     Proximity only serves to
          Remind me of
             Our Touch.
     Proximity shows me often
          What it is
             That I can’t have.

I still notice
     When you change.
          A simple trim of
        Your hair.
          Or a drastic change of
             Your mane.

I still hear you.
     Those whispers
     Those words
          Your silver tongue.

But now I see you.
     Proximity shows me
          What I don’t want.
     Proximity shows me
          What I don’t need.

But then I remember.
     I want.
     I desire.
     I hope.
     I dream.
     I remember.
     I remember clearly.

     I wish I could forget.

     Forget the pain.
     Forget the love.
     Forget the hurt.
     Forget the hope.
     Forget it all.

I still see you.
     All the time.
          You’re in my dreams.
          You’re on my mind.
          You’re in my hopes.

I still see you.
I still remember.
I still feel you.
I still hear you.
I still want you.

Poetic Wednesday: Her Eyes

It was through her eyes,
That he truly saw the girl.

Behind the mascara,
He found her hidden pain.

The art of her eyeliner
Covered the laughter she had forgotten.

The colorful shadow
Did well to mask her true emotions.

But within her eyes,
He noticed the fading sparkle.

Past the subtle trail of tears,
He noticed the wavering hope.

Beneath the solemn gaze,
Lay the potential smiles.

It was because he saw her eyes,
That now she cries no more.

©2015 The Glitter Aficionado