ClearA Story by Alisha Martin
Just a short something.
It is a warm, clear spring day.
You asked me to meet you here, at the park.
The sun is shining brightly, making my nearly transparent skin glow.
I take seat under a tree at the top of the hill and wait.
I close my eyes and let the sun warm my face. A sutble breeze rustles the leaves, breaking our silence. The eartsh breath helps fill my lungs. I take slow breaths.
I hear your heavy footsteps in the grass. You sit in front of me. I do not open my eyes. Seeing you would kill me. Even though I cannot see you, I feel your eyes raking over every inch of me.
The wind jostles me again. You fingertips brush my cheeks, under my eyes.
"I couldn't of done this." You whisper. I do not need to correct you.
You know, damn well.
You twirl my hair between your long fingers.
"It's gotten so long."
I let the air out of my lungs.
You take my hands, folding them into yours.
"So small, you're so small.."
© 2010 Alisha Martin
Added on February 18, 2010
Last Updated on February 18, 2010
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