His was the colour of blue. Confident and happy. He wore his mask well.
She wore white. Pure and innocent, like a daisy.
But beneath it, they wore identical hearts. Black.
*****
They met at the cemetery.
He had killed his wife. Car accident.
She had killed her husband. Poisoned coffee.
They thought it was a sign from the heavens.
They lived happily ever after.
*****
"You have a strange house," she said, "There are no windows and your plants talk."
"Yes, but you can see the stars in the night", he said.
She looked up. She knew he loved her.
*****
They both loved words.
He used them as a trade, to sell and to buy.
She thought they were too precious to be traded. She saved them only for loved ones.
One day he bought her.
She never spoke again.
*****
He left her on a rainy afternoon.
He returned one summer evening.
"Go away," she said, "there's nothing left for you here. My heart is empty."
"It can not be empty," he said, "there was nothing in it to begin with."
3 comments:
loved the fourth one. did you write these?
@Anymouse, thank you. I personally liked the cemetery one :D
:) I'm assuming your "thank you" means you wrote these! Very nice.
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