I found a new flash fiction writing challenge, hosted by dVerse Poets Pub. 😊
The beat of knife on chopping board—
Chop chop chop, it goes.
A soothing dance of steel on wood. Wood on steel.
Focusing mind on task.
When far away an interrupted cry cuts through measured rhythm…
Lucy closes her eyes, takes a breath.
Nose, heart, veins quivering from a burst of reality.
Sweet and metallic, dripping from the crimson potion on her hands.
Thick soup. Coppery stew.
Full-bodied stock of life.
Eyes snap open. A hand flicks up to rub a passing itch.
Warm potion now on cheek.
Cheek throbbing from latest proof of love.
A smile tugs at swollen lips.
Beat of steel on wood.
“I’m sorry honey.”
“I’ll be a little late with dinner tonight…”
Even when separated from the rest of him,
Hugh’s hands are still so tough.