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
Not What You Were Expecting
The nightingale sang. The moon was full. The evening perfect.
“Will you make me the happiest man in the world?”
She looked at him, remembering all her thoughts about this moment, how she would act, what she would say.
But this time, something was different.
He knelt there, waiting.
“No.”
By Grant
Blank Shock
The emptiness of its flow.
White noise moving with a strangled vengeance.
The sound of blood in his ears.
That’s what it was, and he was listening to the flow, not of her words from her lips, but of the blank shock that hugged him. They were over.
By Taps
Vain Attempt
He caught her eye.
He smiled. She smiled.
She looked away, blushing. He smiled hopefully.
He edged closer, she looked at her feet.
He opened his mouth to speak-
“Hey baby!”
The rough, masculine voice came from behind.
He turned to look at its owner.
Oh. She had a boyfriend.
By Grant
