He used to fly. With his lover at his side, hand in hand they flew.
He's not sure he can now.
Standing on the very edge, he looks up, squinting, at the shining sun and sees his mischevious eyes, sparkling only for him. Feels the warmth of feather-light touches, gentle fingers brushing over his skin. Smells his scent - mint, fresh air just after the rain and, surprisingly but oh so fittingly, cinnamon. Hears the melodious voice, tone joyful as he calls out:
"Come on, baby!"
It brings a smile to his tear-stained face.
He takes a step forward.
Drew Martyn 9 months ago
Very poignant and very sensual too, which is a stunning way to portray the seconds before the end. Terrific debut, Pippa, and welcome to Drablr :)
shaun 8 months ago
Wow! Way to make an entrance. Stick around a while, please. We need more.
Steve Williams 5 months ago
Nice drabble! This hit me hard on my chest. Welcome to drablr.