I was delighted to discover late last night that my entry for the drabble competition was picked as the winner. I genuinely never thought mine would stand a chance! The winning drabble is shown below.
Go out with me.
Treat me.
Kiss me.
Make love to me.
See me.
Spend time with me.
Kiss me.
Make love to me.
Love me.
Live with me.
Marry me.
Spend your life with me.
Make love to me.
Holiday with me.
Dream with me.
Make love to me.
Come to the doctor with me.
Hold me.
Kiss me.
Make love to me.
Hold me.
Be patient with me.
Don’t cry for me.
Sit with me.
Reflect with me.
Hold me.
Just be there for me.
Hold me.
Lie with me.
Hold me.
Hold me.
Hold me.
Kill me.
The Experiment
The candle’s flame is wondrous. A ball of golden warmth. It stands tall, proud, astonishingly still under the glass dome. And I’m inside with it. The flame is my sun. It’s my god. Or I am its god! It is sheer beauty.
Time passes.
I no longer flutter and fly.
Instead, I crawl around intermittently.
The flame is still bright. But shorter. Weaker.
It too is fading.
And then I realise we are competing. I’m desperate to outlive the flame but at the same time cannot bear to go before it dies.
Outside the glass, large human eyes watch wickedly.