83. Shedding Schrödinger’s Skin

Uncategorized 1 Minute

I am an unbroken egg. Smooth. Brown. Round. Full of life.

Needing no compass, he glides one finger like a skier on familiar terrain.

Pulls my hips and nestles, heavily armed, protective.

We want to remember,

We want to forget.

For today, while I sleep, one of us will leave.

Published by aramblingcollective

Nicola Humphreys is a writer of short fiction. She is widely published in award nominated/winning anthologies. Read a selection of her stories on aramblingcollective.wordpress.com Hear her read on Micro Podcast. She is socially distant and likes it like that. All of her dresses have pockets.

Published

2 thoughts on “83. Shedding Schrödinger’s Skin”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s