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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.