yes

"yes"
they stood on a dark grassy hill overlooking the town. he held her hand, their fingers intertwined. his other hand shoved deep in his coat pocket clutched the small velvet box. he'd carried it for weeks now. he traced the outline of the box, imagined the circular outline of the ring secured inside, pictured it sliding onto her left hand.
the air was crisp and chilly and she shivered slightly.
he clasped her hand tighter, then turned to her and smiled. she laughed, as she always did. his eyes twinkled bluer when he smiled. still holding her left hand, he turned back toward her and took a deep breath.
"now or never," he thought.
he tucked the ring box into the palm of his right hand. he dropped down onto his right knee while holding her hand and the box and looked up at her.
she gasped in recognition of his intent and then smiled again.
"will you. . .," he left the sentence dangle and then lifted the box from his pocket and opened his hand palm side up to her, opening the box with one hand.
". . .marry me? please?" his eyes held hers unsure of her reply.
her green eyes glistened as she held out her hand atop his hand.
"of course, of course, yes."


he smiled pulling himself out of his daydream. he glanced at her, the green grassy hill and grasped her hand, their fingers entwined. a gentle breeze blew over the trees while a distant church bell rang.
"it's now or never," he thought.

for sunday scribblings "yes"

fait accompli

she signed her name, sealed the envelope and placed the stamp, not realising that mailing this one letter would impact her future so greatly.

red bus

everyday she took the same big red bus. she rarely sat on top. walking up the round stairway while the bus raced down the road frightened her. when the conductor came to take the fare, as he often did, she would pay the full fare. sometimes he missed her and she would thankfully pay one less fare zone, it was enough for a small tea in at the park kiosk. she loved walking in the park along the water's edge during her lunch break. sometimes the sun shone through, but more often it was hidden behind dark clouds.


*work in progress*

unconscious mutterings

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. 365 :: days a year, make a year
   
2. Tombstone :: pizza, cowboy
   
3. Dumb :: luck, blonde
   
4. Intrusive :: idiot, world
   
5. Fat :: lot of good, meat
   
6. Axe :: handle
   
7. Planned :: parenthood
   
8. Spike :: lee, ground, hand
   
9. Bleach :: dye, hair, wash
   
10. Shopkeeper :: busy, england
    

for unconscious mutterings week #362

delicious

the delicious scent of it entices her
drawn deeper inside
she inhales
just one more deep breath
licking her lips in anticipation
the taste, the feel
its smoothness easing over her entire body
hot and cold together
mountains of senstaions
swelling within her
reaching forward
just once
just one
more

for sunday scribblings prompt 'delicious'

**trying to get back into actually putting words onto this blog and not just in my head or bits of scattered paper**

one word - blinds

**for one word**

"blinds"
blinds are a way to keep the dark in and the sunshine out. covered up and hidden, we creep around, within ourselves, covered and sheltered while the world passes us by. blinded by the brilliance of so many minds, so many thoughts and ideas. immersed in the intensity of the surrounding world. we flutter hidden behind our blinds.

pinksugar

"pinksugar"
sugar and spice and all that was nice. that was exactly who she was. all pink and ruffles and poofiness. and i loved every inch of her girlishness. after all these boys, a little girl was just the thing i thought i needed. she had the same needs and desires as the boys, only she had them in pink and princess mode. with sequins and marabou and hair bows. she was as much work as all of the boys put together, full of herself and everyone else. and we loved her desperately! all of us, the boys, her daddy and me. we inhaled her pink sugary smell, her pink princess-y clothes, her spicy attitude and we needed her, just as much as she needed us.

*for one word prompt*

one word - intuition

"intuition"

her mother's intuition was strong. she was sure that it was the best idea for her son, but of course he had other ideas. she knew he needed to heed her advice. but in the end, she did the smart thing, she let him choose his own path, his own destiny. and in the end, her intuition was proved correct.

*for one word prompt*

not saying

"what not to say"

she opened her mouth
words spilled out
others were omitted
surprised shocked
disregarded for their open-mindedness

roses

"roses"

silky flowers hopeful smiles
she knew nothing
not forevermaybe till next year
sadness voices
broken dreams and dishes
roses wilted in the vase