‘Good Morning,’ said the warm friendly voice in her headset.
Keen intellect. Intuitive empathy. Quiet vulnerability.
They both shared a childlike conviction – in azure skies, vibrant rainbows, mythical creatures.
Smiling, she turned up the volume. Her voice calm as she articulated her plans.
For one enchanted moment across continents, the Sun and Moon cast their languorous incandescence in complete harmony.
Confluence / kɒnflʊəns / Noun
An act or process of merging. Often used to talk about the coming together of factors or ideas, or of cultures in a diverse city
He emptied the vial into his mouth, his features transformed into a familiar face. And then another. One by one. People she knew well over the years, loved dearly.
‘We’re programmed to love a certain kind of person. That’s absolute.
Names? faces? Those are random.’
He walked out of the door, from her life.
the branch of science concerned with the nature and properties of matter and energy.
The doorbell rang, he stepped inside with a smile.
She sipped her latte, carefully examining her work, paintbrush in hand.
‘Next time, something earthier.’
Her wallpaper designs were widely acclaimed. Made from colors that dripped like blood.
avant-garde /ˌavɒ̃ˈɡɑːd/ noun
new and experimental ideas and methods in art, music, or literature.
‘Black coffee,’ she mumbled groggily, placing her laptop on their bed.
She could hear his gentle snores as she walked towards the kitchen.
They found clumps of human hair and teeth arranged in what looked like columns and rows. Forensics was largely unclear as to source.
The laptop battery was 100% charged.
The bed was unused, it was determined no one had slept in.
‘She quit her job, left town. It’s a prank,’ they said.
Workaholic /wəːkəˈhɒlɪk/ noun
a person who compulsively works excessively hard and long hours.
‘My demons won’t go away, you can’t deal with them.’
She smiled at him, eyes glittering bright with hidden anguish.
He looked at her helplessly, the inexplicable torment of their complex existence writ large on his face.
They both knew he wasn’t strong enough. For her.
Some goodbyes are real.
Covered up with fake hellos.
au revoir /ˌəʊ rəˈvwɑː French o ʀəvwaʀ/ exclamation
goodbye until we meet again.
Piercing grey eyes, mop of brown hair, boyish smile. Striking ink-blue T-shirt.
And a lazy afternoon.
His arm almost around her waist, not touching her at all.
She steps a little closer, shy, confused.
His eyes never left hers that day on.
And she never stopped smiling.
Love /lʌv/ noun
a strong feeling of affection.
Waves crashed mercilessly against black jagged rocks.
She met his eyes, her face filled with tenderness and equanimity. And jumped into the icy-cold waters, the foam warmly beckoning as it churned ferociously.
She woke up with a start.
‘Honey? It’s Sunday. Breakfast in bed,’ he grinned, placing the tray in front of her.
Her wrists bruised blue from the gnarled rope, ankles chafed from rusted chains bound to the bed.
Surrender /səˈrɛndə/ verb
stop resisting to an enemy or opponent and submit to their authority.