Posts Tagged ‘past’

As If Nothing Ever Happened (Short Story Excerpt)

January 17, 2017

December 26th, 2017.

Stark City, Oregon.

1:11 p.m.

“I don’t care who you are to anyone else,” he said, fists clenched at his side. Restraining himself. “You’re nothing to me anymore.”

She looked hurt. Once, she’d been the world to him; everything. His eyes sparkled when he looked at her. Now, his eyes looked hollow; reflecting something she couldn’t understand. “But…it’s been three years.”

“I don’t care if it’s been ten. Or a hundred. Or a thousand.”

They stood on the vaunted Stark City archway. Above them, the dismal sky threatened rain. Below them, Stark Boulevard pulsed like an artery through the heart of downtown. This chance meeting had ruined an otherwise mellow day. He’d seen her on the archway and averted his eyes, determined to pass without a word. But she’d called out to him in a jovial tone. Called his name and walked over to him.

Grinning.

As if nothing ever happened.

He exhaled. Not a sigh, but a sharp, sudden eruption. Almost a warning. Just the sight of her brought everything back.

All the angst.

All the anguish.

All the anger.

“Look,” she said, offering a conciliatory smile, “I’m sorry about how things ended between us.”

He glared at her. The her from his dark, sordid past. The her which almost every man has once known and left behind. The her he associates with pain.


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Every Year (Poem)

September 24, 2014

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Every Year

by Jesse Lynn Rucilez

Every year, there is less joy in my life,
Why this is so I cannot say,
I just know that it is,
That it sucks,

Every year, I see my closest friend less and less,
Why this is so I cannot say,
I just know that it is,
That I miss him terribly,

Every year, there is more regret in my aching past,
Why this is so I cannot say,
I just know that it is,
That I hurt in a secret place,

Every year, I am one step closer to the grave,
This is how it should be,
The way of all things,
Death awaits like a long-lost lover–

Or a universal mistress to us all…

–February 8th, 2009


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