What if I were in his shoes?
For Kayleigh Fraser's micro-fiction challenge
I’ve finally found him. I chased him two miles, but that’s him there. He thought I would give up? How could he run on those tattered shoes? Who's that raggedy little girl? Why not take care of her instead of running around stea- oh.
Tires screech as he drives away.
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Such a well written story about the sad plight of all too many of our less well off brothers and sisters.👍🏼
I read the explanation and I get it.. nice one
I don't understand 😅 If you don't mind, can you please explain it to me? 😅
Oooh nice one, Mohammed! I’d better check out this challenge 😁