She sits on the bench
Overlooking the central park
They used to meet here
Once a week for nearly 9 years
They would talk and walk
Holding hands and kissing
She hears his laughter
She smells his cologne
How he made her laugh
They would play in the grass
Reading poetry
Eating corn dogs on a stick
His hands on her back
Moving down her sides
Over her ass
He pulls her close
Her breasts press against his chest
His breath on her neck
She looks into his eyes
He smiles and kisses her lips fully
They part hands and company
The leaves blow on the ground
Rustling can be heard in the trees
It is September
Autumn has come
He is gone forever
Her heart weeps black tears
A contest entry
- round one; your best prewrite. by August Starlight.
765 points, ended March 21, 93 entries
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nostelgic
Perfect and elegant- I feel like time as past...
A beauitful take with delicate imagery. I love this...
exquisite and thoughtful.... sad....
RareFlower
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Such a sad story with a nostalgic feel. The picture at the top is also very pretty.
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Great finish!
I like the idea of memories and place, she goes back to relive that time, those feelings...'Her heart weeps black tears' I love it! You capture these bittersweet memories very well. Thanks! -
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WOW
Thank you yes it is bittersweet!!!!!
Kristin
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warm and bitter sweet. Nice.
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Happy
That you liked it......thank you Mark!
Kristin
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I DONT HAVE WORDS FOR THIS ONE NOW
SIMPLY OUTSTANDING
GREAT WORK KRISTIN
CHEERS
ABYBABY
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Warm
is how you make me feel, thank you I am glad you enjoyed it!
It is heartfelt and comes from a special corner of my heart!
Kristin
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Sensual and classy.
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Thanks
Glad you enjoyed it!!
Kristin
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