Regrettable deed
But it opened the right doors
Secrets we'll die with
Weighing and testing
Examining each to find
Perfect Christmas tree
#vss365 Very Short Story
Friday night, six years ago today, they stood outside her door. Uncertain of himself, uncertain of her, he leaned part way and she kissed him. Under twinkling LED stars, their history began when she invited him in.
"Even if it survives childbirth, the baby will live a few hours at most."
The words emptied the air from the room and for long heartbeats no one breathed. She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes and though he was uncertain himself he leaned down and kissed her. When she opened her eyes there was no path but tears, but he saw resolution and their future began when she spoke.
Skin still soft from sleep
Gentle kisses, roving hands
Outside world will wait
Further, before this rule was in place, I have tweeted links to those accounts, am I now required to go through my timeline of 70K+ tweets and see if anything I've ever tweeted violates the rule that Musk made up this morning?
Here's the #haiku I've been planning to post when France scores their first goal in the championship:
Goooo
Oooooooo
Oooal!
Unceasing grey skies
By day, streets leeching color
Oh! Such lights by night!
Building new friendships
Like growing a new garden
Takes patience and love
Remembrances past
Youthful days, glorious nights
Replayed, like old film
"Let me in" she says
Nails red like blood, like sex
She's safer outside