She worries about how cold it is and how lonely he must feel outside.
Every time she pushes him to that place and he turns from her.
She screams at him ‘let me in.’
And he stares at her with that blank look that says ‘…I just, I just can’t.’
And he walks away.
So she stands there… spent. For what seems like days.
Waiting for something, anything.
Crying tears that leave sandpaper trails on her cheeks.
Wondering if this was too far to push…
They are both hurt, scared, alone.
The mirror shows the blinking clock by their bed, it’s late.
But he’s across the house, alone in another room, hurting within himself.
The tears have dried, their mark only visible in the bags beneath her eyes and when she looks in the mirror.
Softly the rain begins to fall.
She goes to him, lying there in the dark, listening to the sound of the rain.
Beside him, she hopes for tomorrow, and the sleep comes.
Finally the sleep comes to them.
3am performed by Rob Thomas (I don’t like the video but this is the acoustic version from story tellers where he gives the real background… kinda defeating the purpose. but for those of you who need the eye candy find him here.)
Thanks to ink paper pen for this weeks prompt.
Write On Wednesdays Exercise 16:
Hadge says: Take a favorite (or even random play) song and write the story behind the lyrics, not something inspired by the lyric, but the flesh on the bones of the story. It gives lots of scope for interpretative writing. Use the lyrics or theme of a song for a piece of flash fiction (50 to 200 words). To clarify, write your version of the story behind the lyrics in a song
~I don’t write fiction, though this is not entirely true. Of course a bit of a departure from my usual style as its a rather prose-ish piece. ( I really only write poetry when I am at the bar with um a glass of potato juice…) so I am open to anything anyone has to say.