We trekked our way through glorious scenery that year. The Teton mountains witnessed our love grow as we explored their many trails. We held hands walking through fields of wildflowers as spring bloomed. That summer we ran along Jenny Lake and finally took the plunge into her pristine but cold glacier-fed water. Autumn brought changing colors below tree-line and beautiful evenings spent under star lit skies.
I remember the day sludge colored clouds rolled in. We realized quickly, they were precursors to an approaching storm. Setting up camp early that afternoon, the sun disappeared quickly. Clouds turned obsidian-like black and rain lashed our small tent. Daylight disappeared and never returned that day. Even in those cold and frightening moments, I felt warm and safe lying beside you. I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones, if only we’d had more time.
Written for Monday Prosery at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Prosery Mondays are the only time we write flash fiction rather than poertry at dVerse. It is a genre created by dVerse that unites poetry and fiction: a given line from a poem must be included word for word within a piece of fiction that is 144 words or less in length, sans title.
Today Kim asks us to include the line “I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones” from the poem Dark August by Derek Walcott in our 144 word piece of flash fiction.
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