Sunday, September 30, 2012

100 Words: Shadows Fade

The shadows fade as I walk, the light kisses closest to the ground then strays. It's like a painting. Three hours from here, autumn is changing the town I know into a colorful utopia--a sight for these worn eyes. Here, the summer sun is still at its peak. We'll likely not see autumn at all--if we're lucky, we'll see winter.

"The winter is supposed to be brutal this year," she said. I'll believe her when I'm home and I can see a flurry or snow, or two. For now, I'm miserable under the unforgiving sun, until I look down again and see the way the shadows fade. They cross through me and fight my silhouette that dances behind me. It's the only bright spot of my day.

Monday, September 10, 2012

100 Words: Ring Hand

I have a photographic memory. The minute details I typically see help create stories. I have more sympathy for those around me when I find the little details than I do when someone over-shares the otherwise personal details. The small details I find by accident are often meant to be hidden; they are scars, memories.

Even I have them.

The jingling noise he makes while playing with his wedding band wasn’t there that day. I looked on his hand to find it was missing. Every day, I check again--perhaps I was mistaken, I think. To my dismay, it has been a week or so, and all I can hope for is that everything is fine. That’s definitely one story--one person--that deserves a happy ending.