DAY 9: The wind is angry and my head aches. There was a time when the only care in the world was looking into your eyes. But life is life. It sucks up and away precious moments unless I hang on tight; ride the rainbow in your eyes. The longing I crave is a crutch. The familiar itch I can’t scratch. You are gone, but only for a while. I wander down the street–forgetting that I have to work– I walk into the local place with familiar faces. The numb is all I can focus on…cuz I know someday the ride will end.
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DAY 8: I wake up disoriented. I reach for you but you are not there. Your scent hangs in the air, like a cigarette haze. The soft + hard of you lingers in my bed, a reminder of the good old days. We are twin-stars in orbit around the sun, waiting for catapult or for burn. The moon dips to light the way for others in need of enlightenment or saving. I watch the birds outside the window, the sway of the blossoming branches, the silent rush of falling water, and for the moment, I find myself floating with the heartbeat of the earth and longing for something I cannot name.
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DAY 6: In the tiny bar we grab a booth in a dark corner. I can’t help but order the usual, as does he, and so begins the dance of love swirling over ice. “I’ve missed you.” We say in unison; tethered together, that old familiar pull, kites on a string…we navigate the winds that howl outside, a reminder that all is not as it seems.
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Last year on 1/1/18, I began a twitter story that was supposed to run all year, but due to a flu that knocked me down for about three months and then other life stuff, the story didn’t get that far. Although it is not the first day of the year, and it’s a year later, I’m going to begin the story again. Last night on Twitter I posted Day 1. Today I will post Day 1 and Day 2 here and continue until…whenever. Let’s see how long I can write it.
I hope you enjoy it!
WHISKEY & MOONLIGHT©
Day 1: This is not a love story… How could it be? It shouldn’t be, but last night a warm scotch and the shadow of a super moon illuminated the black hole of a cold broken heart…and I glimpsed things I never knew before… #kw2018/2019twitterstory
Day 2: The dance of Whiskey & Moonlight swirls and pulls life out on to the page. Raw, disconnected. Echoed silence whispers to me- go into the dream and I will be there… the shadow cast is wide, no more going inside… #Whiskey&Moonlight©2018/2019 #kw2018/2019twitterstory #fiction