When They Met

I just discovered how to preserve formatting when pasting text! Delighted! And likely to post more frequently as a result. Here’s the second writing assignment for the Flash Fiction course I’m on.

When they met that ease of movement was gone

Knuckles no longer grazed
each others

When they met

When They Met
She

When they met
She


She


She couldn’t bring her into focus

Squints

Her edges indistinct

She occupies worlds she hadn’t dreamt to look for


When they met they bought that mirror at a car boot sale.
It had been a wardrobe door once she was charmed that the key was still in the lock.

Their fingers no longer touched when they sat side by side
When they sat side by side their fingers no longer touched

Who pulled the loose stitch wasn’t important
Who pulled the loose stitch was important

She picked at the scab gently lifting the edges testing farcical really she would pull it off would bleed and sting insistently when she walks to the bus in the office in bed

She knew exactly when this had snapped. The key protruded in the moving van, she thought she should move it and didn’t.

The mirror door lent against various walls 
She pulled the stump out of the lock, felt its edges

Now when they met she used the middle distance
Hooded herself

It seemed unfair she still had this pull when they met 
witting charisma - confident now

Collects herself gains focus

Whispering You know longer beguile me

Her coffee curdles inside

What was that?

Louder You reminded me I have to go.