Story Sunday: The Bench

 

He stood

before the bench where he last saw her

Shadows from nearby trees nearly engulfing it

as the sun lowered in the smoke-glazed sky

She had on her gray pantsuit with a silky blouse

its’ color matched her sea-blue eyes

He set the ash-covered helmet on the wood

and as if pressed down with a heavy weight, he dropped

to one knee and bowed his head, tears trickling down his grime-stained face

Fires he could fight, but not the monstrosity he witnessed on that fateful day

One by one, his brothers fell as with the towers

Did she too?

Perhaps she’ll suddenly appear like an angel he knew her to be-

or, was she lost somewhere in the rubbles of mangled steel and crushed cement?

Time’s no man’s friend

For he was a fool to think he had plenty

and now she’s gone

 

*I created a video for this story.  It can be accessed here: The Bench

 

One-Liner Story Saturday: This Thing Called Life

 

 

A young woman who lost her parents, one to infidelity and the other to a war in some foreign land, must choose between a childhood dream and her familial responsibility…real life sucks.

The Romance Genre (Poll)

It is really possible to write “clean” romance that do not sound cliched or cheesy?  Inquiring mind wants to know!

Would You Read More (a short story share)?

dark woods

She hurt all over. Inside and out.

She wore no shoes against the jagged rocks on the trail, and no jacket against the skin-biting cold of the late autumn air.  She ran away so quickly there was no time to grab anything.

The pain in her chest throbbed as she tried to ignore it. She hated feeling this way.  It was a nagging reminder of all she had lost.

She stumbled on as she kept her back to the destruction that lied behind.  Black smokes rose to the sky as the putrid smell of burnt flesh permeated her nostrils.  Bile burned in her stomach as she covered her cracked lips with a dirt-streaked hand.

Images and thoughts tried to force themselves into her mind, but she shook them away.  No, she can’t face them now.  They would break her into a million of pieces; pieces that she could never put back together.

A snarled tree root suddenly snagged a foot as she tripped and fell to her knees with a whimper.  The impacted skin burned, and something warm trickled down that foot.

She brushed the once golden-brown-now-mud-caked hair away from her pale face, and stared down at herself.  The left pant-leg now torn which expose her ankle completely. There was a gash on top of the foot where blood oozed from.  As she sat on the icy, hard ground, she debated with herself on whether she should bother to continue.  With an injured foot, she’d either be an easy prey, or die from an infection.

Stifling back the urge to scream, she pounded the earth with both fists.  Hot tears blinded her as her teeth ground together.

Life was so unfair!  What has she done to deserve such a cruel fate?  What?!

The snapping of nearby branches startled her as she sat up and peered ahead.  All she saw was a thick canopy of dark hardwood trees.  A moment later though there were several shadows moving within them.

The predators have found their prey.

“N-no!” She rolled over on her knees and stood up. She then scanned around but realized that it was too late to run.  She reached down and grabbed a sharp-edged rock.

And waited.