Very Short Story: Home Office

A cool breeze moves through me, touches my skin, and moves me to feel the chill of the air.

I must stop for a few moments; work has become omnipresent, and nature calls me to feel.

Scents linger from outside and inside; I sniff the air in wonder and admiration for prosperity.

A dog keeps barking down the hill; I hear the illegal rooster telling everyone how annoying the chickens can be.

Only You

only you,
no one else.

take your brush,
run the bristles through
and set it well.

rub concealer
upon your face and neck
to hide you.

run a pash stick
over your ruddy lips to
hide the peeling.

wear something
not so revealing, yet a
little unlike you.

say your goodbyes,
whisper to your Mother,
“Goodbye, Mum”.

take a small case,
only the significant things
you hold so dearly.

come alone to me,
tell me nothing remains and
all pain will cease.