Photo Story: Bruised
Her peaches and bruised complexion haunt the flat. Bandaged in oversized sweaters, she’s shrinking.
He spills over the couch, thick skinned, swelling as he chews upon her nerve.
He indicates for her to sit in the tiny space he’s made. She makes her excuses, frightened of him, but more frightened still of her diminishing frame slipping down into the leathery crevices of the couch where coins that worked themselves loose of his pockets and detritus that escaped his fat lips are buried.
Later, when the dark void in his face tells her he’s asleep, she slips out of the door.
Photo Credit: Steven Depolo
I love this! The image you get from reading this is relevant to our global world, and relatable to probably almost anyone. Beautifully written poetry like this is what inspires aspiring writers such as myself to keep trying 🙂
Thank you very much. That’s a huge compliment.I am an aspiring writer myself.With this story the words seem to have fallen into the right place, but I do wish it would happen more often !
Hi Elaine,
This is a lovely ethereal piece of writing, and so thickly sensual besides – a very nice accomplishment indeed! I wonder: Have you written – or thought of writing – a series of such pieces to make up a sort of themed collection?
I’d love to read something of that length written in this style.
George
Thanks so much for your comments, George. I would love to write a collection of stories that were linked.I might give it some thought.Thank you again for the encouragement.
Lovely story Elaine, beautifully evocative description.
I appreciate that. Thank you.
Amazing! I love love love it. Excellent piece of flash!
Thanks so much!
Congratulations, Elaine, on this stunning evocative #1 flash!
Krystyna
Thank you so much, Krystyna.