Washed Away

Dive in, feel the water take you, surround you, posses you.

Closer than a lover, yet colder than an enemy.

Float, holding your breath, feel yourself carried away.

Be washed, be cleansed, renewed.

It wants your soul, but only you can give it.

Will you?

Will you submit totally? Forever?

By Grant

A Lunar Landing

I hadn’t seen it coming; the error cost me my legs.

They sat transfixed. Two men in white setting down upon the moon, as if anything were possible.

Gritted teeth, tears flooding my eyes, I finally planted my new foot.

‘One small step…

…a giant leap’,

I heard them say.

By Andy Mee

Distance

Seeing her again after all those months, he thought he would feel more. . . Feel something.

All that time they spent together. The things they said.

The things they done.

Now, he watched her pass by and wonder why he cared so much.

Or how he thought she cared at all.

By Alexander J. Cunningham

Spring Cleaning

I step into her house and am immediatly handed a binbag.

“Take this to the van,” I am told. “It’s going to the Tip.”

I don’t look at the cold, impassive face that studies mine. Instead, I untie the knot in the bag and look inside.

And find my childhood.

By Alexander J. Cunningham

In The Flesh

It was in a café that we eventually met.

All those hastily scribbled notes between strangers and now she was here. In the flesh.

She was sipping coffee as I approached. She looked up, eyes unreadable. I told her who I was. She nodded, gesturing to the chair beside her.

By Alexander J. Cunningham

The Secret

“You’re being very secretive,” she stated.
She was fishing. Looking for Intel.
“Maybe,” I answered.
“Maybe, I’m right?” she asked. “Or, maybe you’re being secretive?”
I’d have answered, but my mobile began ringing. I looked at the caller ID, then said: “I need to take this,” And left the room.

By Alexander J. Cunningham

Routine

This is how our day goes:

Wake up

Go down

Eat breakfast

Skip bathtime

Switch on the computer

Check the mail and other things necessary

Go online

We’ll talk of things

Random and not so random things

Then conversation will push through dinner, evening and that’s it.

Next day, same routine.

By puffinyourhead

Rules of Engagement

Watch him, but never let him see you.

Gaze, but never get caught.

Look, but never touch.

See, but stay away.

Imagine, if you must, but be careful.

Remember him at night, or in the coldest morning, but don’t say his name.

Love him, but spare him the pain.

By Grant

Smelling of Lavender

It was warm and soft, and smelt of lavender. That was her smell, and I always remembered it. Smooth, so smooth. Strong, but fragile. I loved her completely, everything about her… her hair, her eyes, her voice… and her skin. Her skin was amazing, smelling of lavender. Soft and unblemished.

By Grant

Waiting

The clock ticks slowly, I can feel its cogs slipping into place.

Another second goes by, and another, the hour inches on.

Time passes at a snail’s pace, dragging on my day.

Surely it will end soon, surely?

I wait, and wait, watching it religiously.

Finally, it has arrived!

Lunch!