The Missing Stair

[____hejira]

I stand expectantly at the top of the stairs, one eager eye pressed against the crack between the door and its frame. The sweet smell of chicken and waffles floats up to me, the kind of incense only my grandmother can burn. Yellow morning light bleeds through the lacy curtains staining the white carpet beside the bed that has always been mine, at

Comments

[lawchicky]

Aww- sometimes I wish my dreams could last so much longer so that I could enjoy the company of those I'm with in them.

[watching_ships]

beautiful, haunting piece, briley. i really enjoyed your take on the theme.

[cheshire23]

And I cry…because the stair is always missing and I never make it down to her.

That was the perfect way to end this. Simple and sad.

[beautyofgrey]

Oh, sadness! But beautifully written. <3

[halfshellvenus]

Oh, God. The ending of this was so unexpected, but so heartfelt and gave me such a pang. It defines the earlier part of the story just perfectly.