In The Springtime
By fixourmachine
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Millie steps out in her shame-soaked sweatshirt.
Gleaming blocks of sun kissed mist slide
between the white columns and through the archways.
The gold gravel path ruckles under her march.
Through their pearly shells of morning dew,
the daffodils and bluebells bow to her in awe.
Millie!
Her name a muddle of pride, guilt and grace.
Millie!
High in the crackling leaves of the trees,
choirs of songbirds ping pong between sunrise gossip and
their chorus of pastoral bacchanal.
You left your jacket!
The ground brustles as Millie turns on her flat heels to greet the
Boy again.
You forgot your jacket.
The scents of just-shawn lawn and baking bread leap in her
lungs.
Although you might not need it today.
He brings his eyes back down from the trees to hand her
her neglected garment.
She clutches the cold leather to her chest,
between crossed arms.
Well... see you in class.
Yeah, see you.
Okay.
Okay.
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I really enjoyed this!
I really enjoyed this!
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I did, too. fixourmachine,
I did, too. fixourmachine, love the delicacy in your details. The shyness is well expressed - the dialogue works. One thing, I felt, was that the ending seems to tail off abruptly, seems a little rushed and would be a shame after such a strong piece. Perhaps if you ended it with one more springtime image that also conveys their awkwardness after the dialogue? It would balance that lovely metaphor of first times and spring. Just a suggestion, see what you think.
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