A caress of tainted air slides over her cheekbone ridge weighted by time worn promises. Underneath still painted eyelids he sees movement and but knows she sleeps. Frown lines deepen as she dreams. Her history heavy enough to haunt a lifetime. Some wounds earned, some given.
Again, he breathes out and sees his words slide across the tender skin of her throat and then away into darkened mist. Gravity works it’s magic, showing him shades of her beautiful youth. She thinks it lost, but it remains fixed in someone’s memory, live, tangible, seen, even if it isn’t his.
In all that they have endured, the thickness of the years, he feels her dissipating. Desperate to keep her with him, he tries a third time. This time his words slide between slightly parted lips. He pricks his ears, straining, hoping that now given she can return them and make them still true.
Based on a Trifecta writing challenge: Write a 33-333 word response to the following quote: “What I tell you three times is true.” by Lewis Carroll. You do not have to use the actual quote in your response, but you may if you wish.