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This is a story I wrote based on the following picture

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I close my eyes and feel the heat through my skin.

Feel sunlit uplift heart pounding.

Standing on two feet I balance knife edged between. Her arm around me fingers twitching at every beat of my world.

Spinning.

I know we spin though the horizon is steady. Chasing our tails into the infinite.

And although I cannot tell her I know we are both grateful kind beaming in this moment. Happy to be together and beyond.

Words.

Scent of the baking ground beneath us. The same scent that drove me upwards hind legs quivering towards. Her. Lean my weight against her chest curves inwards. Concave where I rest.

Shadows behind and in front of us. A strip of warmth that trickles down finding its way through the earth.

Oh.

I would do anything for her and she me. Eyes closed heads together. Life streaming by in a haze. Knowing eyes will open muscles bunch and off we’ll fly. Tilting through corridors scrambling beneath and through and beyond.

But all that’s to come.

For now we sway. Perspective swinging over and above us. Hanging from the lip of the world. Finding in each other.

Peace.

<aside> 💡 Hey, my name’s Chris Mead. I write an article about improv almost every week. You can get the latest in your inbox by subscribing to my newsletter. Or check out the archive.

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