It was simply a light brush. Just shoulders of passing strangers but both turned to look at the other. Dark brown eyes under dark lashes linked into the light blue stare, as each transmitted a moment of connection in the crowd that pushed them apart, each towards an unknown destiny and a day of mundane normality. As each dropped their eyes and continued with the human tide, both instantly decided to be in the same place, at the same time, tomorrow.
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Michael Saunders
Life is a story being written. We do not need to experience everything to imagine it. That is why stories can move us so.
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Stars
“Now, open your eyes.” She felt him unwind from her. She opened her eyes. It took a second to see, to comprehend. Before her, above her, was the darkest of nights, shattered by a billion shards of pinprick light. A billion specks of stars, a blanket covering the world. So clear, so full, so immense. She gasps, mouth open, eyes wide. She is in awe, lost in silence, she shrinks into insignificance. The heavens are upon her, as she has never seen them before. “It is so beautiful” she whispers. He takes her in his arms. She starts to cry.
By Michael Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Wounded Enemy
Darkness was spreading rapidly. I glanced at my watch; it was half past seven. Since it was summer, there was still enough light to see clearly. I pulled my car over to the side of the road. I had been driving continuously for nearly three hours, with nine more hours of travel still ahead. I turned off the engine, stepped out, and stretched.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Fiction
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very well done. we've all experienced that.