Writing challenge
It's been like, what, almost 2 months since I received a challenge? Well, I guess it may be starting again, here's the latest one I got, from a forum member named Alice:
"What about... Til We Meet Again
Your word is... blade"
Til We Meet Again
At the point in where they both met, on the top of their old apartment building, the roof converted to a sundeck with cloth lines crisscrossing amongst the many TV antennas, she stood along the edge of it all, looking out beyond the slightly raised wall fencing the roof, a last warning border for those getting too close to the empty space beyond it.
The sunset came again, at the same time and the same moment, as when she first remembered seeing him.
Her arms holding the plastic basket full of wet clothes, she was at first slightly surprised at the sight of someone else on the roof, and then mumbled to herself that it would have been too silly for nobody else to come up here when it’s public to anyone living here.
He smiled when she told him about it, he smiled when she told him anything about her.
It was as if the whole thing was just a silly goose chase he was orchestrating.
The blade was held so tightly that it was starting to cut into her fingers, drawing blood in deep crimson lines across her hands.
It would be over soon, this whole charade of believing, this whole deceit of loving.
In the sunset at the point they met, she leapt and drew a last breath with a smile.
Til it all begins again.
"What about... Til We Meet Again
Your word is... blade"
Til We Meet Again
At the point in where they both met, on the top of their old apartment building, the roof converted to a sundeck with cloth lines crisscrossing amongst the many TV antennas, she stood along the edge of it all, looking out beyond the slightly raised wall fencing the roof, a last warning border for those getting too close to the empty space beyond it.
The sunset came again, at the same time and the same moment, as when she first remembered seeing him.
Her arms holding the plastic basket full of wet clothes, she was at first slightly surprised at the sight of someone else on the roof, and then mumbled to herself that it would have been too silly for nobody else to come up here when it’s public to anyone living here.
He smiled when she told him about it, he smiled when she told him anything about her.
It was as if the whole thing was just a silly goose chase he was orchestrating.
The blade was held so tightly that it was starting to cut into her fingers, drawing blood in deep crimson lines across her hands.
It would be over soon, this whole charade of believing, this whole deceit of loving.
In the sunset at the point they met, she leapt and drew a last breath with a smile.
Til it all begins again.