Far away from the city; night sky reflecting on the still water. We celebrate each anniversary here for last twenty years. A comet flickered through the sky. Honey, am feeling cold…she said in a frail sleepy voice, as, she thrust herself more inside me. I embraced her tightly but softly and kissed her bald head. Tomorrow will be her third session of chemo. She has again fallen asleep as her rhythmic dragged breath plays in my neck. Another comet flicker through the November deep night blue sky. Let her be mine for few more years…my lips touched her head again.

For Twittering Tale #18 (02/21/2017)


For Daily Prompt: Rhythmic 

To Nicola Auckland