Flight

A new beginning, away from the heat, the humidity.

Away from her.

False hopes had turned dreams into nightmares, but now the cold, cracking leather of an old suitcase was a comfort.

The weight of it dragged him downward, dragged him into his memories, dragged him back.

Back into the lion’s den. Back to early mornings, cooked breakfast and monogamy.

Fight or flight? Flight.

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4 thoughts on “Flight

  1. kymminbarcelona says:

    cold, cracking leather being comfort says it all!

  2. Draug419 says:

    Ooh I love this (:

  3. barbara says:

    love the role reversal of this piece – so often it is the female packing and leaving. Nicely done.

  4. atrm61 says:

    “False hopes had turned dreams into nightmares”-so true for many of us,albeit for different reasons;-)Nothing kills love more than lack of variety-no wonder he prefers flight than the drudgery that she has made their lives into-love how you managed to put loads of dread & aversion into one single word ,”monogamy”-fab piece of writing:-)

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