We arrive at the same time. It has been so long we are almost shy. Our tentative first steps become more of a bound as we join in a clench that any blind man could see too much time has passed since our last reuniting.
We kiss and pull back and kiss again and laugh as we gather our things to bring them into our bower for the next week. It will be just the two of us, away from our realities. We will cook, read, write, love; creating new memories to add to those already part of our story.
Our last day comes too soon and we know this is how it must be. We say our heartfelt goodbyes before we go in different directions down the imperturbable street, towards our respective homes, already missing the other and dreaming about our next time.
A bit of flash fiction for the prosery prompt on dVerse brought to us this week by Merril D. Smith. I can’t resist Merril so here I am. The prompt line that must be incorporated is “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street,” from Gwendolyn Brooks, An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.”
Q
There is something to be said for the beauty of moments, which are written about ad nauseum and yet rarely felt by those who do the writing. That there is a gift inside the moments, to which time does not hold sway. That, is powerful. And beautiful.
As is this piece.
B
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B,
Yes. There are so many moments filled with beauty and if the reader feels this comes from the writer, then I have succeeded. There is definitely a gift inside the moments.
Thank you. So glad you feel it.
Q
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You most certainly did. The gift is knowing the moments when they arrive.
I loved this.
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I am ridiculously pleased. And yes. Knowing the moments and being in them.
I love that you loved.
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Eez good, no? Ya gotta be in that moment to know, simple as that.
Hearts. Many hearts.
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Eez more than good. Ya gotta. No question.
Heart and hearts and hearts.
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There’s poetry to it, don’t you think?
Perfect.
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Yes, there is.
🥰😘
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😘😘
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Thank you for participating! I could feel the passion–and the longing. I agree about the moments that seem almost outside of time while still being bound to it.
And of course, we don’t know who they are. Would the longing and passion be there if they saw each other all the time?
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I could not resist. Was unsure of where I was going to go… So glad you could and yes. The do seem so.
One wonders…
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Dear Dale,
I almost feel like an eavesdropper. 😉 Such a sweet story, filled with longing and fulfillment and longing once more. Well done.
Shalom and lotsa satisfying hugs,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Then I have succeeded! 😉 Glad you enjoyed my push and pull.
Shalom and lotsa memorable love,
Dale
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The street is imperturbable, but not those who walk it.
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This is true, Frank. 🙂
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Sounds like a terrific reunion. Has a Same Time Next Year feel. Well done, Dale.
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It does, doesn’t it? I swear… I came thisclose to calling it that… thank you, John.
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😊
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An imperturbable street, aye. Better than that, however, a scrumptious tale. Best Chinese food I’ve tasted, well. in a couple weeks (sorry I can’t explain if you can’t figure it out).
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Ooooh… Calvin! I love that you thought it was scrumptious… And honey, I have oh so figured it out… why you think I been writing like I have?
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Smiles. Well if I had to guess. Much to do about endorphins and the five senses. Sight, smell, taste, touch, and finally. Sound. And for no reason whatsoever how about a little Michael https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9_-SCFNeag for driving along that imperturbable road.
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Smile away, my friend. Definitely all five senses and endorphins are involved. Michael will be great company on the road… (I happen to love him) as well as George Ezra and many others of that ilk…
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Sounds like a welcomed respite from the humdrum. They click well together.
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It is! I think they do, too.
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I can almost see this in full spectrum of emotions. Beautiful, Dale. I feel you.
And f*ck lockdown already.
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I love that you can, Sawsan. Thank you.
Don’t get me started…
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Awww
❤
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Awww back at ya!
💗
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A heartfelt memory, delivered with a light hand. Enviable 🙂
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I thank you, Crispina. Enviable indeed. 😊
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🙂 Meanwhile, I’ll wear my DM’s. (Doc Marten’s, off course)
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Of course. 😁😉
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Grea hiking boots…
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Had no idea. I have one image of them and hiking is not what comes to mind. I have Merrells…
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It’s a UK thing. DMs = Doc Marten’s.
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No, no… I know what DMs are. I just didn’t realise they made hiking boots as well.
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tbh, neither did I. But then, there is hiking, and there is hiking
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Hah!
There is hiking and there is gallivanting.
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Something similar. There used to be an advert for Yellow Pages (BT’s directory) “Let your fingers do the walking.”
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So funny. Just yesterday we were talking about phone books and yellow pages no longer existing!
Let your fingers do the walking indeed… 😉
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Hence the DMs
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Uh huh
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…I have now Googled and see…
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Mmmm.
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Dale, this is just lovely. I sense not unrequited love, but mutual love that cannot be fulfilled completely, which heightens the poignancy of the meeting you describe so beautifully.
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Thank you, Jilly. I’m very glad that is what you sense as that is what I wanted to portray.
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A stunning capture of a brief encounter, Dale, which squeezed my heart gently. I felt the anticipation and the slight hesitation of ‘It has been so long we are almost shy’ and love the way the ‘tentative first steps become more of a bound’ – such passion! Although it was a long time ago, your piece reminded me of what it was like for the last day to come too soon.
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Thank you so much, Kim. What a great comment to read, seeing one’s piece so well described.
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I like how time slips by in this brief story – from first meeting to how ‘We will cook, read, write…’ quickly becomes farewells and there’s the road and the different directions we must go – (and the planning for the next tryst). So good.
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Thank you for such a great comment, Peter! Long distance love is not easy but it does have its benefits…
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I can imagine the scene. well done, Dale.
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Thank you, Ina. It means I did well!
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I bet you used that same excuse of a school girl reunion weekend didn’t you?
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Hahaha… Ummm.
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A well written, visual story of possible past and future anticipated encounters. A sweet story, although, I suspect not fiction.
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Thank you, Jan. Perhaps your suspicions are correct…
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Sounds like a week in paradise. Happy for you and only a tiny smidge jealous. 💞
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It does, doesn’t it? Can only dream about it for now… 💕
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No doubt soon my friend. Your heart seems ready for it.
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You are the sweetest
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A forbidden tryst? They say those are the sweetest ….
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They do, indeed 🙂
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Romantic! But I wish they could be together always. (K)
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Thank you! Maybe it remains romantic because they can only get together now and again!
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I love this story that places me right in the middle of a sweet beginning. I feel that this is a relationship that starts to show promise, but I’m still left with a feeling that there might not be a next time.
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How strange I missed this way back in June. I was searching for something in my emails and this popped up. Apologies. I was not ignoring you! Ah well, it might feel that way, but there was a next time 😉 And hopefully soon will have another chance…
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lol another romantic encounter, well done Dale!
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Yes, I fear… I’ve got it on the brain…
Thank you!
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lol be careful …
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Haha! Fear not!
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” a clench that any blind man could see too much time has passed” is such a powerful line, it captures the love so well. Thank you for the read
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Oh thank you! I love that you thought so.
Thank you for your visit and comment.
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Yay to the delight and connection! This felt like you took us right there, almost peeking through the lens or window, eavesdropping on some ‘almost too personal’ moments. Lovely!
Here’s to connection and love.
Na’ama
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Yay indeed…
So glad that you felt this, you Peeping Thomasina.
Thank you.
Here’s to connection and love, oh yeah
Dale xo
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LOL, yeah, here’s to connection and love
(Thomasina)
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😉
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I love the way you have captured these extremely delicate moments!
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Thank you, Shweta. I brought my own self back there!
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