Truth In Poetry

AE on November 18, 2009 in Fiction

The last star hung in the darkened sky for what seemed like ages. We watched it together, sitting hand-in-hand atop the pile of rubble left from a crumbled mountain. It flickered once, then started to wobble, and then finally, at long last, it fell… tumbling down into the dry bed where a river once ran to the sea.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

“Well,” I said. “It was nice while it lasted.”

“I could keep loving you a little longer, you know,” he said. “I don’t have to stop.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “A deal is a deal.”

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5 Responses to “Truth In Poetry”

  1. Lysaea says:

    Doors, “Touch Me?”

  2. Natalie Ford (natalief) says:

    Not sure what the reference is but I am guessing that a song lyric might be the prompt. I like the writing, though.

  3. Natalie Ford (natalief) says:

    With a quick google:
    “Baby I’m Yours” by Cher or The Arctic Monkeys

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