My entry for Pia Majumdar’s second flash fiction contest. Enter here to join the fun!
When the sky falls, you’ll be there. You came for me, for a five to ten minute lunch. You drove across downtown, paid for parking and there you arrived, handsome in your long coat, long eyelashes covering a beautiful, quiet soul.
You smile, blue eyes endearing and bright, your countenance as soft as velvet on a deer’s antlers. The lamp inside me lights. I can cross deep waters again, set my ships to sail, fly canteens up to thirsty mouths. I can continue my work.
Metal decays; whispers and weeds whither. But this–this means truth. This remains with me, forever.
Peregrine Arc 
Metal decays….. it’s a powerful line.
Nice post dr 😊✌️✌️