Holding onto a Shadow
He loved a girl named Claire, who was a three-dimensional shadow. He watched his shadow merging into her, her graceful slides, her stretches at sunset. Things were good.
One night, he said, “I kinda wish I could feel your heartbeat.”
She turned, said nothing. Things got worse.
They took a bus downtown. Sitting by the window, he looked out and watched a girl chasing the bus, which slowed, stopped. She got on, sat next to him. Her body slid into, and vanished, Claire.
“God, my heart’s freaking sprinting,” she said, her eyes sea-green. “Sorry, were you waiting for someone?”
Photo credit: Christian Yves Ocampo
Oh, I do like this one! Tender and sweet and (writing-wise) well-done, too. Delicious, I must say.