Stuck in a moment

As he was walking through the busy alley past the array of windows, slices of life were spit through the open shutters. And for that split second, he was a part of their household chore - a witness to a fight, an audience to a showdown, and an integral part of a million dollar moment - but like a house fly caught in the favorite family photograph, an inconsequential yet integral pixel in the polaroid that is forever stuck in the frame but will never be noticed.

First touch

Just as he was showering, she tiptoed into his room, picked one of her favorite shirts and wrapped herself in the mild scent of his sweat. Just when a torrent of water touched him and ran helter-skelter, she imagined the touch of the fabric on his bare skin as she hugged herself with the two lifeless hands of the shirt.

Slow death

The crimson end of the cigarette burnt like the setting sun in the dark sky beyond the window as she smiled at him and exhaled a puff - the trail of smoke making a face at him and disappearing into the world beyond with a share of her soul.

Good bye

He shook her hands for the last time, and in an instant a thin film of sweat between their palms was all that connected the two of them. He couldn't look into her eyes; he turned around and got into his car. He could spot her silhouette in his rearview mirror as she stood before her burning headlights. As the skies wept, the winds howled and the dead leaves murmured in dissent as the tyres zoomed past them, he stared at her image in his rearview mirror, like a photograph traveling the journey of time, growing hazy and distant with every minute till she was a ghost of a shadow the image left on the mirror, a distant memory that time's left in his heart.

Adventure

She clung onto him tightly as the cold wind blew on her face. And as soon as the signal turned green, he cut the wind and soared on the road. The lamps on the side walk soon turned into a trail of lights, buildings beyond the platform merging into one another as her eyes started watering and the whole vision of what's ahead was blurred. As they tore away from the fabric of fellow travelers into a road not taken too often, a veil of tears and sweat fell on her face. She clung to his shirt, kissed him on his back, half-scared, half-excited dimly aware that she was beyond the point of no return.

kiss

She closed her eyes as he cupped her cheeks and drew his face close to hers. He breathed into her lips and the warmth left them quivering as they parted a little. Just as the noses touched each other, their lashes locked and kissed eachother with a passion that lovers only know.