He could smell the coming rain, the melted copper smack of an approaching storm. Gloom was too soft a word.
Their fingerprints stained the dirt, washed away by a thousand rains, but he knew they were still here, visible only at night, only when the silence was inviolable. He wanted to see them again, to test if they were real, if he was real. He could almost hear the echoes of their laughter, those first brave kisses, and then….
Yes, they were still here, all of them. They were born here.
“David,” she whispered, and he stopped.
Ordinary Handsome 
Evocative! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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The suggestion is tantalising. I like the idea of the kiss test.
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The kiss test works for almost everything. 🙂
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So much mystery around this – dreams? ghosts? memories? Love it, Steven.
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You’ve hooked us! 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thanks Laura. 🙂
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He could smell the coming rain, the melted copper smack of an approaching storm.
There are good opening lines, great opening lines and opening lines that should never be written. This was a great one! Fascinating story, Steven.
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Thanks so much, Tanya. 🙂
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What a timing. I read this while it was pelting down outside. Oozing with warmth, full of searching and validation of existence/memories… Love it!
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Thanks so much. 🙂
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