“Time is a thief,”
you had said once.
And I hadn’t quite grasped the meaning of it back then. Your words always had a way of baffling me. And even though your face is fading away from my memory with every passing moment, your words, your words still echo through me clearly and sharply.
Time is indeed a thief, it is a criminal for taking you away from me and making me see sense in your words.
posted for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction.
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The sun beat on her back, scorching hot. The lake in front seeming cool and bottomless. She stepped forward and stood on its edge, probing into the blue stillness, expecting to see her own dull eyes looking back. But the dullness gave way to a twinkle, when instead of her reflection, various frozen happy moments greeted her from the abyss. The water now looked warm and welcoming to her, which is why she jumped into it, not really caring about its endless depths anymore. She swam under the water and around the memories, not at all bothered about how she couldn’t breathe anymore. Instead of just reminiscing about her happier-than-present past, she was now content after finally being one with it.
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She sits down on the grass, surrounded by the people who loved her. A cool breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers caresses her face.
It’s unfortunate that many don’t even have a valentine, while she sits in the company of six. But she can’t bring herself to care as her happiness is all-consuming.
She looks around with a manic grin and takes out a beer from the cooler placed beside her. She pops the bottle open at the edge of one of the gravestones. William, the stone reads. That would be ex number… four, she thinks. She isn’t sure, not being able to keep the order straight anymore. Anyways, she knows William wouldn’t mind. After all, he loved her with all his life.
She lifts the hand with the beer bottle and tilts it a bit, as if toasting to something. Looking around once more at her lovers who had most unfortunately all turned to stone, she says in a voice as soft as her smile,
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my dearies.”
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That night when lightning struck, a car crashed somewhere.
When the thunder sounded, a phone rang.
When the first drop of rain fell, a single tear ran down her cheek.
When the rain started pouring, her cries became hysterical.
And when the rain stopped, leaving a serene quietness around, her heart stopped too.
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