On Tiptoe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cover image: mehrdad-haghighi-1607886-unsplash

Submitted: June 02, 2019

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On Tiptoe

Something wakes me from a deep sleep. I lie still, listening for a clue to what it could have been. The wind is blowing outside, but not strongly. The leaves on the trees are rustling but not enough to have woken me.

Something else then. Is there someone inside the house? An intruder? All senses alert now I concentrate for creaks, for doors squeaking, for the sound of muffled footsteps. Even with my eyes closed I can hear nothing out of place.

I slide out from under my quilt and pad on bare feet to the window. The street is empty. If there is an intruder he or she would have to have walked here. There’s no feeling of invasion though; I’m sure I would pick up on it if someone had invaded my space.

The moon is silver in the sky, casting an eerie glow; and it is while looking towards its surface that I feel it, a presence. A calming presence, a welcome one; a presence that I have longed for so many times.

It’s not possible of course, for you are miles away, on another continent, with the sea stretching out between us. But impossible as it is, I know that you are here, if only for that moment, and it is one that I will cherish forever.


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