The town flows about her, and yet she remains seated behind the steering wheel, crying at the thought of what once was, and what might never be again. With snot streaming from her nose, she wipes it with the back of her hand as two lovers walk by, looking at her with nervous glances. The guy wants to help, but the girl pulls him away and together they disappear into the train station. Sneering after them, X sinks into her seat, shoulders slouched and hands open. Reaching into her pocket doing her best not to wake Herbie, she slides out the photograph of him and places it upon her knees. She wants to rip it to pieces. To rid herself of his ghost, and yet doing that would only hurt more. She’d kept him buried far longer than she should have, yet even in the weeks and months she went without thinking of him, he was still with her, a second heart beating inside her own. Even in the rare circumstances she’d found herself with another, she’d never let them get too close. A guy could fuck her all they wanted, and yet they’d never have her heart. Looking down at that timeless face, she traces her finger along his grinning mouth and feels the hairs of his beard on her neck and those lips of his nibbling her ear, telling her things she wouldn’t want to hear from anyone else. In an instant, electricity dances upon the fillings in her teeth causing her hair to stand on end. She says his name, and as the clouds in the night sky part to reveal a juicy orange moon, she smells his scent and groans. Scooping up Herbie, she places him on the passenger’s seat and steps out of the car. The cold air hits her like a fist causing her to double over. Reaching back into the glovebox, she grabs her inhaler and shoots a few more puffs into her lungs, and when she regains her composer, stands up and raises her hands to that ever-watchful moon, caressing it as she would his face. Feeling him close by, when she says his name again, the animals call to her from afar, telling her of a magical place where she should be, and even though she swears it’s pure lunacy, she believes their words the same as she believes it’s not the moon kissing her throat but him, so greedy for her love, just the way he had once been.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
Her animals are her constant. The natural surfacing, Beautifully disturbing the animal in us all. 😊x
They are, aren’t they?
Thank you, Holly. So pleased you enjoyed this piece 🙂 x
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Beautiful
Thank you!
I’m running out of words of praise.
You are very kind, my friend x
I really don’t know what other words to use to tell you you are great. I wish I could send you flowers.
You’re making me blush! You can send me beer if you like? 😉 x
You know what? I’d like to send you tsipouro. Then you could send me back a picture of you after you drank it.
I shall have to Google what tsipouro is. Will it make me go crazy like Roger Rabbit does after he hits the spirits?
I just Googled it myself to see how it is described in English.
I think that if you don’t drink wisely, you’ll go all Roger Rabbit. The next day you’ll be singing Hang Wire by the Pixies.
They’re going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your head’s a hammer
You know, I have a feeling I’ve drunk this before. My mother bought me back a bottle of something from when she was on holiday in Greece a few years ago. It was a clear liquid and tasted of aniseed. It was very strong. Do you think it could be it?
That Pixies song is a good shout. Or Tame.
I think she brought you Ouzo. They are similar.
Tame is a favourite too!
I shall ask her the next time I visit 🙂
Whatever it was, I hope you didn’t try to drink it all in one night!
I was sensible. Well, reasonably so.
I’ve been sensible, reasonably so, with these drinks many times. I understand.
SK. This story is so magical and hauntingly beautiful. I so look forward to the day I get to read the entire thing all at once.
It warms my heart knowing you feel this way about their journey. Hopefully next year, I can give you that moment and make it a special one.
Such wondrous memories, what you had must have been truly special!
That’s very kind of you to say, my friend!
You took me to another world with this …You are an excellent writer …The way you write makes us visualize and this is very powerful. .Believe me 👌👌✨
That’s so very kind of you to say so. I’m honoured and humbled. Thank you! X