A Billion Billion Teardrops


“I see things,” she says, knowing that this confession will likely end their relationship before it’s begun. 

He smiles broadly.  “A woman’s intuition, perhaps?”  He wraps an arm around her waist, nuzzles in her hair.  “And what does your intuition tell you about us?”

She shakes her head.  “It’s not like that.  I see…”She pulls away and sits on the couch and runs her thumb along red velvet.  It reverberates through her thumb, this feeling, and for a moment, all is connected.  She is the couch.  She is red velvet.  She simply is.


“Tell me what you see,” he says, sitting across from her in his daddy’s leather recliner.  He leans in, elbows on knees, seemingly eager to hear.

She closes her eyes.  It’s easier to talk about seeing without looking.  “The skies shatter and the moon explodes into a billion billion teardrops which fall in a gentle lovely rain to the dusty earth.  Little girls and boys dash hither and yon with great big baskets, picking up broken pieces of perfection and setting them in their baskets to take home and brighten the lives of sad mothers and fathers who have worked too hard at the harvest.”  She pauses and opens her eyes to look at him.  “Can’t you see?  They are dripping with weariness.” 

He cups his chin in his hand, straightens up in his chair.  His smile is less broad this time.  They always distance when they learn the vision doesn’t include them.  She wonders whether he’ll call off their dinner date.  

“They have lost their way.  The children bring shards of the moon to illuminate them.”

“What do you suppose it means, this seeing?”

“I have no idea.”

“What, you think you’re some kind of Nostradamus?”

“I’m not making predictions.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

“Calling it like I see it.”

He gave her a grandfatherly smile, the romantic attraction gone like the moon.  “You sound blue.”

“You’ve got it all wrong.  I’m not sad.  I’m terrified.”


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge.  We were to use the word blue.    

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Monday, June 18, 2012

A Billion Billion Teardrops


“I see things,” she says, knowing that this confession will likely end their relationship before it’s begun. 

He smiles broadly.  “A woman’s intuition, perhaps?”  He wraps an arm around her waist, nuzzles in her hair.  “And what does your intuition tell you about us?”

She shakes her head.  “It’s not like that.  I see…”She pulls away and sits on the couch and runs her thumb along red velvet.  It reverberates through her thumb, this feeling, and for a moment, all is connected.  She is the couch.  She is red velvet.  She simply is.


“Tell me what you see,” he says, sitting across from her in his daddy’s leather recliner.  He leans in, elbows on knees, seemingly eager to hear.

She closes her eyes.  It’s easier to talk about seeing without looking.  “The skies shatter and the moon explodes into a billion billion teardrops which fall in a gentle lovely rain to the dusty earth.  Little girls and boys dash hither and yon with great big baskets, picking up broken pieces of perfection and setting them in their baskets to take home and brighten the lives of sad mothers and fathers who have worked too hard at the harvest.”  She pauses and opens her eyes to look at him.  “Can’t you see?  They are dripping with weariness.” 

He cups his chin in his hand, straightens up in his chair.  His smile is less broad this time.  They always distance when they learn the vision doesn’t include them.  She wonders whether he’ll call off their dinner date.  

“They have lost their way.  The children bring shards of the moon to illuminate them.”

“What do you suppose it means, this seeing?”

“I have no idea.”

“What, you think you’re some kind of Nostradamus?”

“I’m not making predictions.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

“Calling it like I see it.”

He gave her a grandfatherly smile, the romantic attraction gone like the moon.  “You sound blue.”

“You’ve got it all wrong.  I’m not sad.  I’m terrified.”


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge.  We were to use the word blue.    

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16 Comments:

At June 19, 2012 at 4:39 AM , Anonymous Annabelle said...

Her vision is fascinating -- I would love to know why she's seeing that and what it means. Hell on a date, though.

 
At June 19, 2012 at 12:10 PM , Anonymous Viv Blake said...

Wow! I want to read more of this.

 
At June 19, 2012 at 2:25 PM , Anonymous Elizabeth Young said...

Absolutely love this riveting piece Kelly; please continue!

 
At June 19, 2012 at 2:42 PM , Anonymous Cameron (CDG) said...

That is an intense, but beautiful vision. It would scare me too, not knowing what that kind of seeing meant. And what a sad moment from the boy. So tender, but so quick to judge.

 
At June 19, 2012 at 3:37 PM , Anonymous Teresa Smeigh said...

Would love to read more on this. I feel sorry for her and scared. Good job!

 
At June 19, 2012 at 4:09 PM , Anonymous vanhaydu said...

Gripping. I loved it!

 
At June 19, 2012 at 7:16 PM , Anonymous Renada Styles said...

i could see her vision, you described it beautifully...
beautiful, yet with an apparent foreboding

 
At June 19, 2012 at 7:26 PM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

I was sorry to see this one end. The date sounds like a jerk but I'm fascinated by her vision and what it could mean.

 
At June 20, 2012 at 4:46 AM , Anonymous Trifectawritingchallenge said...

Thanks for linking up with Trifecta this week. I really enjoyed your descriptions of the vision. I could imagine quite clearly those children carrying off the shards of the moon. Lovely image. Hope to see you back soon.

 
At June 20, 2012 at 7:33 AM , Anonymous littlewonder2 said...

That was definitely interesting, and original. I like it.

 
At June 20, 2012 at 9:12 AM , Anonymous Laurie819 said...

You made me want to know more. Is this part of a longer story?

 
At June 20, 2012 at 4:01 PM , Anonymous Lance said...

I like her. Its amazing how close-minded people are about extra senses or specialness.

The way you revealed their differences and her personality through dialogue was extremely well done. bra and vo

 
At June 20, 2012 at 7:22 PM , Anonymous Arnel said...

Ooh, wonder where this is going. I'd like to know more about this? Is this part of a bigger story?

 
At June 21, 2012 at 1:49 AM , Anonymous uneven steven said...

very nice writing, good flow, engaging and wanted me to read more.

 
At June 21, 2012 at 5:09 AM , Anonymous Jennifer Worrell said...

What happens next? I have to know:)

 
At June 21, 2012 at 7:23 PM , Anonymous Imelda said...

The story is intriguing. I wonder what happens next. :-)

 

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