three word wednesday: judge, nightfall, safety
photo: magpie tales no 44
…there was nothing between us. playing cards for years we both read and judged our plays beyond the snapping sound of brain transmissions. we’d start by sharing a casual drink in the safety of comfort and find an anchor sledding about in the candlelight of nightfall. too soon caught, the quiet mist comes. we first heard the loud hush hiding about in the fluid corners of fire light. a signal our journey would begin.
9 thoughts on “plainly speaking”
sometimes the familiar leads to something romantic, easily. love how you used night as an anchor. night always brings feelings to the surface, doesn’t it? hope all is well. have a great night~
I think many of us dream about what you wrote so well 🙂 OK I do
“the snapping sound of brain transmissions.”
I didnt imagine it was a snapping sound!!
Oh, how sweet this is – tender and loving, a little tension and the right kind of snappy…
Really nice and descriptive. it’s like you could feel it around you as you read it:)
I like this a lot, a nice little piece of life and I had to read it three times to see where you tucked the words!
great use of prompts…realistic and tangible piece 🙂
You’re writing is dreamy…quite a storyteller.