There’re songs and poems about stories like ours with a beginning and middle. An end.
Glasses of wine, friendly chats, exchanges of books and photographs.
Fresh.
Dark chocolate, writing and Dickinson, you too?
Familiar.
Uninhibited over-sharing and blurred lines.
Finale.
What starts off luxuriously slow, simple and simply takes its sweet time turning sad. Then there’s the mess four blind eyes neglect.
Our friendship had a number attached from the first, “I’d like to get to know you from whatever distance you’ll allow.”
We came to know too much.
Didn’t we, honey?
Doors close.
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Over at Thin Spiral Notebook, we were given the word "Wine" and 100 words to use it in our creative writing. Thanks for providing an outlet for us, Tara. If you like wine half as much as I love it, please join in the fun!
(I need to write more, or get out more, or more something.)
5 comments:
This makes me want to see the movie. I remember my mom listening to the song. yes. you continue to write!
I haven't seen that movie in so long. I remember it being very, very sad though. I do love the song. So poignant! I am going to try to keep it up more regularly.
I've been on a white wine kick lately, but this made me want red and some chocolate.
This has a very melancholy feel. I like the pacing, it builds the emotions very well.
We came to know too much.
Didn’t we, honey?
That is a good line, begs for a response. You could build off of that if you wanted to do more.
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