fallible

Claire felt light. It was a different feeling, almost spirited. Her gown billowed but she felt no wind against her skin, only warmth. She could make out his silhouette through the transparency. He approached and took her hand. She asked him where they were going.

"Nowhere Claire. We're still here."

"Where are we now?"

"Some place you'll know much later." He smiled with such gentleness and she tried to remember where they might have met before. But she couldn't see him as well as she hoped. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were.

"I'm afraid," Claire paused, "I'm afraid I've done something wrong."

He pulled Claire closer, "I know, but these things happen, sometimes unavoidable. It's not your fault." He touched Claire's cheek and she could not cry.

"It's not time. You will all make mistakes, but you must understand for yourself." And with that he let go of her. She felt the wind again and her chest drop.

Claire could hear faint beeping behind her as she opened her eyes. The doctor's eyes greeted her warmly, "Welcome back Claire."

perdurable

my cardiac arrest: when you lose hope in forevers

it's in the trash
with everything in my heart
except the attack

magniloquent

Magnanimous. You're joking, he thought.
Breathtaking. Enchanting. Incredibly captivating.
Too much. Not quite right. It was becoming impossible to find the right word, which he found surprising when his whole career was words. Editing books on a continuous basis, something so simple could not be beyond his Oxford years.
Enthralling. Stunning. All encompassing.
Seriously? Thumbing through a reference book would provide no help.

What was it when she danced? When her left hip shifted as she greeted him. There was always a softness in her.

True. Just true. True.
If words could leave paper and exit his lips.