It’s been over a month since I last participated in Friday Fictioneers, and it’s good to be back. As always, please read other stories and add your own, using the link at the end of the story!
PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese
To the Girl at the Top of the Stairs
We’re broken, you and I.
At best, our cracks are patched, our rusted places painted.
You led me through my thorns.
I stepped with you on shards of shattered hopes.
What further wounds can life inflict?
Cuts and scrapes and scars.
There’s not much space between us now.
Five crooked, crumbling steps.
I’ll confess to you my sins-
“Just friends” and other lies I’ve told.
We’ve crawled through dirt aplenty.
I think we ought to dance-
Anyway, we might give it a try.
You’re looking like an angel,
And my heart’s as open as the sky.
Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.