From Prompt #1: Write from your rival’s/enemy’s point of you when they see you. 

16-12-14-08-13-48-103_deco.jpg

Title: “The Light, The Heat”

I had looked forward to meeting up with Elise for coffee that morning. It had been too long. What had it been? Seven years? The anger I had for her had faded though as I had seemingly racked up success after success. I had heard she had not changed much. I eagerly waited for what she had to say to me. I saw her instantly from across the café. As I navigated around the crowded tables, I watched her seemingly scrying into her cup of coffee as she stirred in her sugar. She looked so small in the light. She looked up at me.

Long lines spread out around her eyes and down her clear, downy cheeks.  The mid-morning sun made the lines harsh. Once she had seemed strong and sturdy as mountain. But now, her middle-age showed in the light. Those carved lines betrayed her and told of the millennia of sorrow.  The arbitrary winds of change had whipped around her and eroded her into a smaller version of herself.

A waiter appeared, asked if the sun disturbed her. But he did not wait for an answer.  He drew the cord and closed her off from the harshness of the light. In that instant, when the shade came down, Elise smiled up from her coffee cup.  Her face transformed into a light of its own. Those lines disappeared. She animated the peace and good cheer of this single moment as her youth came back to her face. This was the face I had known. This was the woman that I sought to destroy. And here she was, still bold— still beautiful— still bigger than life— still immortal.

And in that moment, I felt seven years was not enough.

Advertisements

About A. E. Wallace aka Selkie

Ann Wallace holds a degree from the University of Texas at El Paso in Mass Communications and minored in Creative Writing. She worked at the NBC Affiliate Newschannel9 in El Paso, was a journalist for the El Paso Diocese Catholic Newspaper, held writing workshops with The Tumblewords Project, performed as a Slam Poet and published poetry in small literary magazines. She is now an ex-pat in the UK where she lives, knits, games, works and writes. Much, much more has happened since those days. Drop me a line a line and let's talk. View all posts by A. E. Wallace aka Selkie

You must be logged in to post a comment.

(CALIATH)

The poetry of ineptitude.

proletaria

politics philosophy phenomena

The Travellothoner

Travel, Running, Fitness, Life, Writing.

Peter Wyn Mosey

Freelance Copywriter

Neverending Stories Quotes

Feelings that i blend became the story which has no end

The Glossy You

Health, Beauty and Lifestyle

KUSAMER'S

"God Knows I'm Tough Enough"

WINDOWSHOPPI

REFINE WHAT DEFINES YOU

dheerajnair

what is life worth and what is life without an experience! www.dheerajnair.wordpress.com

The Art of Blogging

For bloggers who aspire to inspire

The Godly Chic Diaries

BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH

Learning to write

Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV

elleguyence

New content every Sunday.

Written Word

My thoughts, my words and the story of my life.

%d bloggers like this: