Microfiction #writephoto: Waving

This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.



I can see him at the end of the tunnel, gesticulating, but he is too far away to hear. Part of me wants to run back, ready to forgive. Perhaps he’s changed his mind. Perhaps he’s in trouble. It’s crazy. I know what’s back there, and the only possible escape is down here, deep inside the dark earth. He told me himself, before he threw his fist at me again for something unimportant I’d forgotten to do.

I hesitate, running over in my mind the countless times I have run from him and his anger, yet knowing that he hates himself for it, says it’s like being stuck down a well and nobody can hear him to help him out. I take a step back to the entrance. He’s waving his arms wildly now. His voice is rising—he’s calling my name!

I make up my mind. I’m going back. I shout too, his name, putting into it that one word all the words I want to say, want him to hear. I scream, but nothing hits my ears, deafened by the screech of death. In the blinding light of the explosion, I see him one last time, his arms waving, in farewell.


She waits among the fallen roses

Painting by Johannessen


All the roses fallen,

All their petals shed,

All the summer’s over,

All its perfume fled.


All the loving’s over,

The stars die in the sky,

All the leaves are turning,

Now you’ve said your last goodbye.


All the winds are north winds,

All the geese have flown,

All the songs have ended,

With the love I called my own.


I will wait for you in springtime,

When the buds swell on the rose,

When the geese fly from the northlands,

When the sun melts winter snows.


I will wait here by the river,

Where you said that you were mine,

I will wait for you forever,

Though the sun forgets to shine.


Though the rose forgets to open,

Though the bird forgets his song,

Though the wind forgets its stories,

I will wait my whole life long.



All the dreams we wove together,

Knotted tight with our love,

Tinted all the hues the daylight brings,

And the dark tones of the night,

Unravelled with a single word.

Blind to the gulf between love and pleasure,

Sure of a future no one could ever know,

In our blinkered ignorance

We left so much unsaid, so much undone.

We never thought

To tug the dangling string of goodbye

To see if it would hold.