You think you know her? You don’t know her. She’s no damsel, no fragile butterfly. She is not ephemeral. She’s the moon in every phase, the ocean in every season.
I asked her once why she stayed.
She smiled. “I like being grounded.”
I heard the lie on her honey-sweet lips. but who was I to argue? It was the answer I wanted to hear. I pulled her down beside me on the grass. I tethered her the only way I knew how.
She is not ephemeral, but neither is she constant. She is already receding. She is already gone.
This post was written for the 100 Word Song challenge over at Lance’s blog. He gives a song to inspire you, and you write a response in exactly 100 words. I’ve been meaning to play along for ages – it’s a great prompt. If you don’t know it, give it a try! This week’s song was Lips Like Sugar by Echo and the Bunnymen.
I’m also submitting this to the yeah write moonshine grid. That’s where we get to play fast and loose with the rules! If any of you yeah writers out there are looking for something new to try, check out the 100 Word Song. And anyone not familiar with yeah write, swing on by and see what we’re all about.