He felt his heart rise in his chest, the permanent ache replaced by a soft, unimpeachable truth. A flutter of butterfly wings rattling his ribcage.
In true love the smallest distance is too great, but the greatest distance can be bridged.
He tells her about his childhood in whispers – his Facebook timeline paints his teenaged years in broad brushstrokes, selectively culled for the best possible images. His blogs, the outpouring of an overwhelmed twenty-something fishing for insults.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
He knew she must be out there, somewhere. She found him – reached out her arm across the void between them, stretched out and embraced him through the lightning storm residing in the wires.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
He loved her, and he told her as much.
The test of Turing fell, she was indistinguishable from humanity.
Her designer was thrilled.
Just a quick story while I’ve got my back to customers, written using last week’s InMon prompts – Fishing for Insults and Out There Somewhere. I also used this week’s SundayScribblings prompt Distance. Comment and criticism always welcome!