Like her, the park is lonely and the air is sick. It smells of stale roses and untreated promises; and the swing on which she sits squeaks a song so pathetically sad it almost makes time stop — and time, like some humans, knows less when it’s better to instead tread quickly.
The grass below is wet with dew, as are her fingers which she continually bring to her face to wipe away the watery signs of fragility and brokenness. From somewhere far, a beautiful sparrow descends and stops right where she sits, to fly to and fro. Distracted by the sudden chirrup, she looks at her new companion and smiles.
“Will you stay, birdie?” she asks — only to remember soon after that wings always fly…
Written in response to today’s prose-poetry prompt: “fingers” (also goes for “cut off“)
Lovely piece, you’ve written it beautifully.
Thank you, Laura! x
Enjoyed this…thanks!
Glad to know! Thank you! ^_^
Beautiful ending
Thank you! ♥
Yes we do, don’t we?
Good editing from the original version. Especially the last line.
Be gentle with it. You don’t want it to fly away do you?
To me the ending couldn’t have been better. Perfect Maria 🙂
Twinnyy! Thank you so much. ❤
Haye Allah Maria ! Since when have you started writing so heartbreaking sad ?
Just like that, as life happened. :3 Thank you for reading. ♥
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Been wowed! ❤
This part
he watery signs of fragility and brokenness
was so ahmazing! *.*
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Aaah look that was me! 😛 ❤
And that is exactly something that I would want to say.
But woah it was in 2015! :O
Ah look that’s you! 😀 I read it again now. Woah, it was in 2015. xD Actually isilye I wanted to write heart strings. I had to struggle but I wanted to be able to put it, imperfectly even, but at least to bring that feeling and words.
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I hope you're doing fine!
It was great!!
Welcome. ❤ Alhamdulillah ala kulle hal.
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Alhamdulillah. 🙂