In the shadows of those streets #short prose #flash fiction

I lurked in the shadows of those streets the entire night: solitaries, madmen, prostitutes, somnambulists. After a while I couldn’t distinguish among them.

My steps were meaningless. My senses were tranquilized by that vision of him scribbling his last letter to me under a pale winter moon. The child was probably happy, playing at his feet. It wasn’t his child, but…

The beat of the streets became one with the unstoppable movements of his heart in my own chest. He left his love to me like some kind of inheritance.

Why retreat alone with the child on a remote island?

Afterall the city did not do more than compromise the least part of him: his ego.

Blood is dateless. The ego is not. Which part did he not understand?

 

Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

image:  Dmytro Vietrov; Shutterstock; [link]

 

107 thoughts on “In the shadows of those streets #short prose #flash fiction

      1. Please let me know, how can I contact you, I feel there is lot to learn from you, and I want my writings to reach to different corners of world just like yours. Hence if you can give some time, I will appreciate it a lot. Thanks for sharing your amazing work and liking mine time to time.

         
      2. Your praise touched my heart, dear. You can contact me via the contact form on my blog.
        Have a beautiful weekend.

         
  1. You are awesome, G. I want to write like this. I read your verse and get inspired but I cannot do justice to your quill, it’s incomparable, you are the best here.

     
    1. Sweetheart, that’s more than I can hope for. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the praise. Your kindness melts my heart.
      Sending you plenty of love and good wishes.
      Did I tell you lately that you are the Queen of Poetry?
      xoxo

       
      1. You are very very kind , G. I think true poets and artists are like that. I respect you , I respect your work. It’s more than I can ask that you read my work and leave such awesome thoughts. It’s my good fortune. May your success reach even greater heights in the literary world! Bless you , G. ❤️🤗

         
      2. You are kind and very talented too, Yassy. I wish you the same and much more. As much as this heart of mine can offer.
        May you stay forever blessed.
        💕🤗🌸🌺

         
  2. I certainly want to know something. I just wanted to ask, in no alarming matter, but is this a picture of you…just asking. Lol.

     
    1. Haha! Jared you are too much, No, it’s not my picture. You can see the proper attribution at the end of the post.

       
    1. Oh, Eric, thank you so much. This comment really humbles me. You know I do blush sometimes too 🙂
      I hope this weekend weather treats you well in England.

       
      1. Smiling is good. There were tornadoes in this area last night. I did not get hit. I am alive. I think 🙂

         
      2. Thank you. You take care too, Eric. 40-50 mph it’s not too bad. You can go for a stroll. Take your coat and your hat.

         
    1. Hey there my dear friend. Just trying to write anther novel. It may take me 10 years at the rate I am going 🙂

       
    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment. It means a lot to me you enjoyed the piece. As for that word, what can I say? it just came to me 🙂

       
      1. Thank you so much, B. I really don’t know when I can finish. How is your book coming?

         
      2. I hope everything goes well in Athens and soon you can start writing more. I know moving is very stressful.
        💕🤗💕🤗

         
      1. Jen, your support and your encouragement means a lot. Thank you again. I do not know what else to say.
        Love and hugs to you 💝

         
    1. Gina, thank you so much for taking the time to read and for your kind comment. You made my afternoon more beautiful.
      Enjoy the rest of your weekend
      💝🌸💕❤️

       
  3. Let me immerse myself in this scene and your beautiful writing – these two whose very heartbeats and environment are so seamlessly entwined but so layered at the same time.

    “The beat of the streets became one with the unstoppable movements of his heart in my own chest. He left his love to me like some kind of inheritance”

    Magnificent dear Gabriela. Please please never stop writing xoxo

     

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