He crawled into the bag and pulled the zipper up to his chin, gazing up into the night sky. There were stars and the hint of jasmine in the distance. The park around him was damp, the grass recently cut. There was so much to inhale for the last time. He used the emergency link on his locked mobile phone.Continue reading Jasmine and Fresh Cut Lawn
Unlike Helen of Troy, the course of human history didn’t change because of a random pretty face. It changed because she was perfectly imperfect but touched his arm, looked him in the eye and listened as he answered how he was. From that moment on, he knew his only purpose was to conquer the universe if only to make her proud for another moment.
They laughed and shared over breakfast as if a day hadn’t passed since they last saw each other. They were like warm familiar sweaters that they hadn’t worn in years. Even their scent was an embrace.
He slid an envelope across the table.
“Aw, what’s this?” She asked, suddenly regretting she hadn’t brought a gift for him. She opened the envelope to find a folded piece of ragged paper with a simple heart shape scrawled on it.
She looked at him, knowing him, knowing what might come next.
“It’s all I have left. And it’s yours.”