My own voice roared in my ears, even as the trio of words breathlessly escaped my parted lips.
One part excited utterance
Another part whispered confession
And the last, a promise offered with both hands.
I waited, eyes closed, breath held,
Until one heartbeat gave way to another and then one more.
Until hands cradled my face, lips met mine and my words were given back to me.
The reply identical, the feeling mutual.
I love you.
Trifecta Writing Challenge for the Weekend, Hey are you playing yet???
And now on to the weekend challenge. This weekend what we are asking from you is a little bit different (again). Many of you regularly submit fictional responses to our prompts. This weekend we are asking for a bit of your memoirs. We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three. Maybe it’s the three decades you spent flipping burgers. Maybe it’s the three seconds you hesitated justifiably before saying “I do.” We’d like for your story to be true-ish, and we’d like for it to be an artistic creation, not just a play-by-play account. Think less “blog post” and more “creative writing.”
**three reasons, three heartbeats, three words**
Hope you’re having a great weekend, everyone.