Raging Seas
A couple finds it necessary to converse during a storm.
Code is everywhere. Wind swept through the house. Chimes sang their song as the smoke from the marijuana cigar clouded the upper regions. Afena and Glover sat at a table playing cards.
“So, I can’t hold onto your hand. It feels weird,” Afena said.
“I’m not going to force you. It’s your way of dealing with the world. Your arm…your wrist…your hand,” Glover rolled another cigar.
“If you want to sit here and continue this experience, you can’t draw away. Your hand just seems funny.”
The two of them stood up and walked to the window and saw raging seas.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I will be publishing a story every Tuesday. Make sure you read the exclusive content each week to further understand the stories.
In order to read these exclusive stories, become a paid subscriber of mine today! Thanks….
S.S.
Keep reading
More stories from Skyler Saunders and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Smartystan
Breath issued from Angelica’s mouth. The weight of the baby put her into her chair. Her curves managed to say she had not been with child the whole time. There seemed to be a fantastic ideal swimming somewhere in her mind about the hazards of caring for two. She grabbed a magazine and fanned herself, knowing that she expended more energy in that effort sitting still and letting the air conditioning do the job. No, she told herself, without struggle there is no triumph. She switched on the television set. The picture looked as people had been replaced by blue aliens and she just watched her soap opera, void of extraterrestrials for this time.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about 23 hours ago
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.