Elysian Fields and Future Words
The boy she loved lives in Elysian Fields, taken too soon, all the shared future words but memories in her journal.
She felt her first grown-up thought was how terribly young he looked, grinning uncomfortably in his green dress uniform, pulling at the collar, blushing with each “cute” comment.
After he left, for a desert cultures away, only words remained. She heard them. Knew him well enough to discern fear. Wished for his hand, his warmth, his teasing, their banter, sepia summer afternoons, chasing fireflies, a do-over of their days.
Now he’s in Elysian Fields, leaving her lonely with future words.
12 thoughts on “E is for Elysian Fields and Future Words”
Just beautiful, like poetry rather than prose. Nice one.
Thanks, Iain. I did have the feeling it was verging into prose poetry so I did add the tag. When I first started writing flash fiction, I learned about prose poetry. Sometimes they’re almost interchangeable. I’m about to visit. Looking forward to your entry. 🙂
I agree with Ian, it is definitely like reading poetry. It sings. So beautifully written!!! Sascha!
Thank you, Phyllis! 🙂
It was beautiful beyond description. Wow, just wow!!!
Prosetry! I see a good flow in the post. A lovely read though! Thanks for dropping by my space:)
Thank you. And thanks to you too for dropping by! 🙂
Iain is right! The prose just flows. Beautifully written, Sascha
Thanks so much, Varad!
A lyrical and delightful piece of storytelling. Brilliant Sascha.
Thank you, Keith. 🙂