Touch

Time again for Friday Fictioneers, my weekly fix of 100 words of fiction for the weekly changing photo prompt. The challenge is not only trying to keep within 100 words (although you’re not hung, drawn and quartered for going over) but also trying to alter /adapt / change your style each week. Well, God loves a trier, and I’ll try anything once (almost)….

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Original Photo : Kent Bonham

What if you could hold a memory in your hand; you could touch it, taste it or catch the scent from where it came. Would it still catch you off guard, make you fall back into the past?

What if summer was a flower, a bloom upon your palm or a lover was a flavour, a taste of liquid balm. What if laughter was a scarf or guilt a tarnished chain, would a scent of forgotten perfume really make you feel the same? What if sorrow was a candy, with its blackness all congealed, would you look upon it hungrily or leave the pain concealed?

The Instruction Book

 

If love had a handbook,

Or instructions to follow,

Would the order affect,

The coming tomorrow.

Would a step from the norm,

Restructure the whole,

Would the world still revolve,

Or embrace the free form.

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If I knew when to stop,

When to stand back and wait,

Would I learn to accept,

An evolving dictate.

Would I banish my fears,

Of a love that’s free falling,

And welcome the freedom,

That stalled the fate’s calling.

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If I went with plan B,

Instead of plan A,

Would I drown in the glory,

Of every new day,

Would I feed on the essence,

Of a love more divine,

And drink from a fountain,

More heady than wine.

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If only the handbook,

Was a little bit clearer.