A New Dawn
The dawn was just breaking, the sky a bruised violet as the sun rose. She was still sleeping in our cold bed as I stood watching the clouds slowly part.
I shivered a little and pulled the blanket closer around my naked shoulders.

“Come back to bed, love” she had woken up.

“I’m going to make coffee, would you like some?”

“Mmmrgh. Later. Come back to bed.” She pulled back the duvet and smiled.


I went into the kitchen and watched the sun rise from there.

Sometimes we don’t know what we’re waiting for. I had been waiting for a long time for something, anything, to happen. I had taken to watching the sun rise and set, marking off the days with painful rhythm.

Each day taking me further from then and closer to now.










When it started I had been full of expectations, full of hopes.

I had stood on the edge of crowds, avoided all people in the hope that I would be left in my solitude until the pain had subsided.

She had sought me out, she had known about my lost love.

She had stood beside me as I wept over the open grave of my first love.

She had been prepared to try to mend my broken heart with promises and kisses.






And now I stood here making bitter coffee below a cloud filled sky.
The kitchen was cold and still, save for the bubbling kettle puffing delicate balls of steam up into the smells of home.
Each puff curling with steam sinews and vaporous dreams.

Each puff whispering, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’.

Each puff reaching the cool expanse of the window, the smooth clear prison wall forever forbidding the warm curling kettle steam union with its lover the great grey clouds.

A click and the water is boiled. I pour the water on the hard brown granules, little grits of hostility dried out and waiting to be scalded into releasing their acrid taste.

While I wait for the coffee to brew I light a cigarette, my first of the day, my first of the month, my first of freedom, my first for a long time.

I watch the lazy grey plume dance and cavort in front of my eyes.

It stings and I notice I am crying.
(Stiff Richard, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 12:23, 10 replies)

Have a click but..........
WTF??????
(morrigan456 made sex wee on, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 12:56, closed)

Really nicely written.

*clicks*
( Moey, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:06, closed)

Wow
Just wow. Wonderfully poignant.
(Meya, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:06, closed)

very nicely written.
evocative, with just a touch of emo.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:29, closed)

Have a click sir

That was a moving tale - took me right back to Crete in the early days of 1985 when I sat in the pre-dawn, smoking and blanket-wrapped.

Nothing quite like it for clear, chilled, clarity.

or something.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:38, closed)

I wish you could click for replies!
"evocative, with just a touch of emo."

hahaha!
(rosie-pie, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:55, closed)

Nice writing
Could've done with a punchline though...
(donkeysoup Was last seen on, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 13:56, closed)

But....but...
Where is the pron???
(Milo Minderbinder, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 14:14, closed)

@rosie-pie
i'm rather pleased with that one, actually ;)
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 20:08, closed)

hehe
reminds me of shaun of the dead when someone describes the zombies as 'vacant.. with a hint of sadness, like a drunk who's lost a bet' or something along those lines..
(rosie-pie, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 12:30, closed)