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anxiety photography photo Fiction Prose

What the Night Takes

As night descends, I wonder what it will take me from this time. Dreams unfold into lucid nightmares where I’m rebuked for my crimes, both real and imagined. I am so drained, but I retain my anxious core as I push back sleep. Of course, I will lose. The question is how much?


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Fiction photo photography Prose

No Friend of Mine

You’ve gone and lost the plot, clearly. I’m your friend here. I am on your side and yet you question me like I’m the one who did it. I’m always here to reassure you, to build you up and now you fly in all wild-eyed and full of accusations and I should just lay back and take it? No way. I’m leaving and you can forget me like you’ve forgotten all of the times I’ve bailed you out. Goodbye.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Wash

It wasn’t spiritual, but I was in awe. The pulsating beat, crescendo after crescendo, then the light. The wash and the feel of the lights. Oh, to experience that again.


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

How Do I Love?

Warmth, comfort and a feeling that anything was possible. The last one is out of reach, but the other ones add up to a love I thought I didn’t deserve.

I certainly didn’t expect it as I wasn’t looking for it. How to explain you? How to fit you into my cynic’s outlook and my carefully maintained routines? I don’t know the ‘how’ of it; only that I want it more than anything else.

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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

Crackling

There is a crackling sound, over there, don’t you hear it? The cars scream by, but it’s still there. A consistent noise I can no longer run away from, then it fades out to silence with the dusk.

I have to know what it is. Why it follows me all day long


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Fiction photo photography portrait Prose

The Car Wash Incident

“That car wash guy said I could smell the air fresheners. But I couldn’t smell them if I didn’t open them-they’re wrapped in fucking plastic. Of course I opened French Vanilla and Wild Lavender and all the rest. How else would I know what to bring you for your Oldsmobile? There is no way I am paying for all of them. No way. Maybe Jasmine, ok?. That one would go well with your car.”


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Fiction Prose

Write It All Down

“You have to write it down for me on a piece of paper or a notebook. The words will come. New and fantastic linguistic abilities you didn’t know you had, because the situation requires it. Write with purpose and consequence, as I would were it me with the pen. You are bearing witness to astounding and perplexing events, but you are also serving a friend now. I’m incapacitated in ways that simply wouldn’t allow me to be the one to tell the world about all that happened here tonight. I’ll be gone soon and that isn’t something that should weigh on you. You’ll rise to this occasion and move on to handle any repercussions that follow. I’m going to rest and when I wake, I know you will be gone, armed with words more powerful than any of the accusers or deniers.”


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