Rough Drift

"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.

67.) Truth in Mornings After.

She watched him wake up in the warm orange sunlight of their bedroom. He turned to her and squinted without glasses, unable to see her tangled birds nest hair and yesterday’s makeup all over her face and pillows. She said good morning to his blue eyes past crumbly and flaky sleep in the corners. He said he loved her and never saw her nose wrinkle with the smell of his words. They moved to embrace under the thin sheet, which billowed air around their bodies. They chuckled together. He instantly knew that was not his gas.

(Author’s notes)

Sometimes, life needs no comment…


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