A Commodity of Hours
A microfiction piece.
Your liberation looked like lazy X's in gesso—glossy wide brushstrokes, and no clocks on the walls. Mixing your colors right there on the canvas. Leaving the layers to dry without a fan.
Standing at the kitchen sink, you’d rinse the sunset hues off your filberts and watch the lime-chested kingbirds eat from the feeder I hung on the backyard oak, until the rivers to the drain ran clear.
I wondered if we might paint together, when we were both free.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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Gorgeously nuanced. This suggests so much more than it states. I love it!
Another strong piece from the Miller! Great job, Morgana! Love the thought and consideration you put into each word in your pieces!
How long must we wait to be allowed to paint together? Is there to be no release from your prison, whether of mania or of walls? Are there others who keep us apart or is it simply that you will not let me in?
This was a great read Morgana. It felt very poetic with your imagery and vocabulary choices! Nicely done and well written!
Great job 😉