My First Entry for Magpie Tales ***

Her Cup Runneth Over


She lay on the bed next to him, after, the white sheets rumpled and bunched, the coverlet halfway on the floor.  The sun beat mercilessly through the sheer curtain and threw its late-afternoon bands over the antiques on the dresser, illuminating the delicate filigree on the pewter cup. It grazed her leg and fell over his hairless chest. The air-conditioner had blown out quite suddenly, the usual hum silenced. Sweat beaded over both of them, and they closed their eyes, he soon asleep, gently snoring. She saw the light growing dimmer through her half-closed lids, breathed as the sweat dried and grew cool. She felt as if she were in a small wooden boat, pulling at oars that made no headway in a vast, white ocean. He was not in the boat but of the ocean and she was traveling away. She felt almost nauseous at the expanse between them, reached out to steady herself, the sun finally down, the room dark.


***Willow of Life at Willow Manor has begun a community creative writing blog called Magpie Tales and is giving a photographic prompt each Thursday. Each writer will use the prompt to create a piece of fiction or poem and post the following Tuesday. Read more about it HERE.