A 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

Author's Note

Alisha Martin
Reviews would be HUGELY appreciated :)

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register


Intriguing, an painful... you capture pain amazingly well. Also love the attention to detail :)

Posted 14 Years Ago

hmm i really like this. it has a sense of mystery to it.
intriguing piece .

Posted 14 Years Ago

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
Its feels like part of a very mini series. I want there to be more. The feelings of sadness and pain come across nicely. Great work!

Posted 14 Years Ago

Share This
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


3 Reviews
Added on February 18, 2010
Last Updated on February 18, 2010

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..