Write About Touch

When I think about the word, ‘touch,’ a thousand memories flip through my mind. It’s like one of those kaleidoscopes I used to play with as a child, where you could turn the lens and suddenly specks of every color would fill your vision.

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What I Would Say to You, If I Could

I came across an old picture of you, dressed in that hooded sweatshirt you always wore. Well maybe not a picture of you, but a picture of us, a collage. We were happy, messing with each other, making silly faces at the camera. We smiled in one photo, the top right. Our faces were so…

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Those Easy Moments

Your favorite memory is a Thursday night, three forty-two in the morning when he reaches for you. It’s a lazy arm, heavy with sleep. It leans over your shoulder where you lay on your side, back curled up against his chest. This arm falls sleepily across your body, and he subconsciously pulls you closer. You…

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What We Carry

Look me in the eyes again. Tell me anything, the summer breeze blowing through those white blinds, the sausage and onion pizza you had for dinner last night, that you’re scared of spiders.

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