“Turn left,” says he.
“How far is it now?”
“Be less if you turned the right way.” His eyes start to frown.
Her fingers tense round the steering wheel as she feels him rejecting her skills; rejection till the diamond’s glorious sparkle fades to dusk.
Downhill and slow; musk-scented trees bow low to the engine’s murmur while day grows dark. God’s diamonds, up above the world so high…
“Turn left,” says he.
And, “How far is it now?”
So he sighs. She stops the car.
“Turn my way.” She turns. He plants a kiss. And rejection flies far far away.
© Sheila Deeth, August 2009
Written for Wednesday Writing Essentials:
- include at least five words of a song
- type one word twice and see if your reader catches it
- use onomatopoeia (for those who don't want to jump to the link, onomatopoeia is language that imitates or suggests the sound to which it refers. Think: cuckcoo, gurgle, swoosh)
- use the word "sparkle"
- tag with wwe


Comments: 17
up above the world so high…
far far
far far
glorious sparkle
Wow, great write! Loved it all the way through and what a time I'm having, not being able to think of a single thing!
Marilyn
I saw me asleep
Now, word wise, I have the same problems you have, so don't take this at face value, until someone else confirms it, but I think "fingers tense round" should be "fingers tense around." Anyone else know for sure?
And "murmur!" Good word!
Now you owe Sheila a biscuit and me a cookie, but take 'em off the same pan. ;-)
That nasty remark, "Be less if you turned the right way" was reconciled by the kiss in the end.