Bad Dream As I Awoke

We went the lake. There were ashes on the beach from someone’s leftover campfire. We built up an urn around them, starting a fire in the heart of the stones. Dust rose from the sparks, coughing up life at the start of a fever. It was warm for how little the flames were, but enough to keep us from the chill of the watery breeze.

Later, we took off our shoes and fed our toes to the tide. The sand crunched up under my palms as I laid with gritty thighs up under the wash of stars. Too dark to see the difference between water and sky, if there even was such a thing. I was half convinced I could dip my palm into the waves and spill the galaxy.

He could read my mind, I think. As I was wondering about the universe, he waded waist deep into black. I could only see freckles against white skin, a moon sheen, sparkling, starry eyes. It was hard to see shadows amongst all the darkness, but there were glimpses of them. A peck of raven against crimson midnight moved under the water, disrupting the reflection of stars. I had a nightmare feeling, the exceptional sense of utter wrong.

I opened my mouth to say anything, but the sun started burning up through my chest. I had slept too close to the fire, and I woke up in a sweat.


Touch Base

I’m posting old drafts today.

This one was inspired by this one-word prompt: Base

You know who you are.

You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I know boys don’t like being described that way, but it’s true. There are certain lyrical qualities about you – how your hair curls into a note, the subtle way your fingers bend into a key, simply attractive features.

And maybe I like the music in your voice, the upward way in which you talk, as if every sentence is a question and you’re daring me to answer.

If you would talk to me, I would love that like September. I’m here if you want to touch base, catch up. Tell me about your dream, the one where the lake is black as ice, and when you drive out on it, the sky rains.