Remember that summer, pumping pedals until our legs threatened to walk back, crawling up our mountain to nowhere? Cresting the top, the only thing before us endless waves of golden ocean. No shore in sight, we held hands, sailing into the future our parents wanted to thresh with a scythe. Later, dead petals stuck in my spokes, I punished my leaden legs, forcing them back up that hill. Our sea lay fallow, and no amount of my sweat or tears could ever fill it. And out there, out there you stood on a shore. Too far for me to see.
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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
Comments (3)
Every word is mighty here. I cannot pick a favourite line 🤯
Dang, Shaun! You cut my heart out with this drabble! Fantastic work!
This one’s got all the feels! The summer vibes, the struggle up the hill, and that sense of longing—it’s like a bittersweet daydream. The ending really hits hard, though. It’s beautifully done! ✨