Diamonds in the Rough
This Challenge has already generated enough heat in the form of vituperation – directed not only at the innocent Mr Diamond, but also at me, for daring to suggest this – that I'm almost sorry I came up with it.
I said almost. I never stay repentant for long.
In case you've forgotten, the idea was to be inspired by a lyric of Neil Diamond's. Inspired to write, draw, or compose something, that is. Not to insult the fiction editor.
Next time, I shall suggest Barry Manilow.
The Challenge seems to be bringing out the poet in all of us. (And maybe the lover.) Beatrice takes us to the beach, bless her.
Autumn Sea
The afternoon had drizzled throughTheir fingers as the rainBegan to mizzle softly, hangingIn the air again. He zipped her jacket tightly 'gainstThe bitter weather's slingsAnd laced his digits through hersIntertwining matching rings. He pulled her face towards hisAnd ran fingers through her hairAnd kissed her softly on the lipsAs if no-one was there. They walked together slowlyCross the early evening sandAnd reached the stony outcropAlways keeping hand in hand. The pale sun fell and fadedCasting paths across the seaThey watched it sink togetherHim with her, and she with he. A breeze cooled cheeks and nosesAs he whispered in her earThe 3 words that she hoped he'd say: She answered "Me too, dear".Diamonds in the Rough ArchiveBeatrice
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