Rose lenses grayed with age,
childhood fantasies eroded by sands
of time; the eternal bond stretched thin from
years of barely getting by. Insidious distractions loosened
entwined fingers, unnoticed, unhindered; illuminating the stark
realization that life was going nowhere- they’d become familiar strangers.
How effortlessly optimism succumbed to the troubles and struggles, magnified by
closed quarters. How natural, it seemed, to accept the sunset while forgetting the sunrise.
It would be so easy. She could save herself before the house of cards fell. She could pull the trigger;
and then remove her fingers from the weakened pulse. It would be so easy. She dared to
dream of opting for more than just staying alive, or holding out for the high after
the infinite low. Yes, it would be easy to beg for someone to help, while
wallowing in stagnant pity; to allow the course to be run, denying
responsibility for the neglected union. At a fork, she faced
decision. Pondering, softening, she reached for him
After two beats’ hesitation, petals unfolded-
fingers once again intertwined.
This is my response to Speakeasy’s weekly prompt, which is to write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is a lot less) and (1) use the sentence “It would be so easy” anywhere in the piece; and (2) make some kind of reference to the media prompt, which happens to be a video for Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees.
While I hate the fact this song has been in my head for the last 24 hours, I had a blast writing the prompt. It’s open to everyone, so if you feel inspired, click the badge below to read the full guidelines and join the fun 🙂