She
was cooking dinner, when the current went off. She lit chimneys and sat on a
chair.
She peered through the window and gazed at the horizon.
As
gentle breeze slithered through the window sill, a few strands of hair kissed
her cheeks. She moved them away from her
eyes.
She
noticed the green leaves sway to nature’s orchestra.
Slowly
his memories started engulfing her…
Her
husband… Her first love…
Seasons
have changed since love blossomed. Years have passed by.
He
was her angel… The years have been magical.
As
power came, she resumed cooking for her love… With love!
This portrays love so strongly ... beautiful !!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully romantic writing.
ReplyDeleteI could feel how much she missed him and I find the idea that cooking is a way of showing love is nice. This is a pretty line: "She noticed the green leaves sway to nature’s orchestra."
ReplyDeleteWhen you wrote, "his memories started...", that makes it sound as if she was channeling the memories he'd had while alive and it doesn't seem that's what you mean. If she remembering him (her memories of him), you might need to rephrase that. And "The years have been magical"--are those the years with him, in which case "The years were magical" seems more appropriate or as is, it reads as though the years after he died have been magical.
Have a great Saturday,
janet
I really enjoyed the flow in this poetic text..
ReplyDeleteA very nice romantic feel to this. However, "the breeze slithered" took me out of the moment. Slither connotes snake-like movement which one rarely associates with a pleasant breeze. You might consider swished or even just blew through the window.
ReplyDeleteNice one,
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sweet short story! full of love...
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