He asks what came before my work in the lab? Before our worlds turned crazy and unrecognizable? What had I done for fun…late-night parties or early morning jogs?
I try to think back as I memorize the lines that frame his eyes, and then all thought is gone, like the years that came before. I just read books! I reply.
He gently presses his lips upon my forehead, as if to read all my secrets, like some deep, hidden braille, then his own breathing slows and I think he understands – I am a girl of two minds, two fish, one at peace with the tide, while the other heads upstream.
“Maybe when this over we can meet on the beach,” he suggests, “and bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness and float as clouds hovering merely by desire.”
Written for dVerse Prosery where we are asked to write flash fiction no longer than 144 words and include an assigned line of verse. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
And bring no book, for this one day-from William Wordsworth‘s poem ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House‘
We’ll give to idleness.