Drabble Theatre: Like mist between my fingers

*TRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG*

My hand swung out to shut up the alarm clock.

I could still feel the wind on my skin, smell the scents of the forest, taste his lips on mine. I kept my eyes clenched shut in order to retain those precious memories for just a few moments longer, but before I knew it the lingering feeling had escaped like mist between my fingers.

Slowly I lifted my hands up to my chest, already certain of the disappointment that was awaiting me. A single tear fell from my cheek as my cupped hands rested upon my flat chest.

Damnit.

Kudos

Comments

Hey

Great start. Very nice indead

alarm clocks

Hmmpphhh!! No sense of timing. There's dreams and there's dreams isn't there.

Kristina

Oh! The Disappointment!

Happens to me every morning,:-(
Hugs,
Joanne

It is such a good

		It is such a good little story, though very sad at the end.
Shannon Johnston>

Samirah M. Johnstone

Dreams

Damnit! Very good Amber. I'm sure this has happened lots.

Damned clocks

They're either too fast, too slow or insensitive. No wonder they break so often - with a little help.

Susie

In dreams

Neat little first BCTS entry. There are drabbles that manage to be a bit clever (CARS indeed!), but what impresses me are the ones like this, that can evoke an emotional reaction in so few words. Encore!
~~~hugs, Laika

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What borders on stupidity?
Canada and Mexico.
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