A Fiction in 58:
Aftermath
A tangle of sheets, not enough cover, heat radiates, knocks back the chill of the night.
Sweat cools on flesh, smiles tucked into warm curves. Talk, small, in whispers like someone will overhear.
He watches her nod slowly off, listens as quick breaths ease into measured cadence.
He slips off, too, sheltered in the passion generated between them.
- ThomG
- Thom Gabrukiewicz is both a communicator and a writer of flash fiction. Most of what he writes is kind of dark, with occasional forays into the light. He’s a winner of some awards and has covered two Winter Olympics. He’s also written a guidebook about hiking with dogs. He’s fiercely loyal and has a malevolent side that seems to visit less and less. He’s both a hopeless romantic and a realist. He's currently working on community wellness issues in Wyoming.
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2 comments:
Powerful stuff, and it kind of blurs the line between prose and poetry in a way.
Say, was she by chance a teacher?
I found this one poetic too -Meg
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