Thanks to Bikurgurl for 100 Word Wednesday! Here’s what happens when the song you’re listening to and a prompt collide.
After All This Time
I’m browsing titles in an airport shop when the song comes on. In a fit of paranoia, I think you must be here, watching, knowing. Glancing around, I see no one I recognize. So many bodies steadfastly moving in one direction, their goal the end of their travel.
After all this time, you’re always on my mind.
I grip the poetry book, move to the cashier.
Days I could have killed you.
My hand shakes. The cashier stares at me.
Glassy-eyed, I murmur. “I have to go.”
I still love you.
Speed-dial connects us. “I can’t leave you.”