100 - 16 September to 22 September 2007

19 September - Honeysuckle

Robert and Julie met in the summer. It was love in a rush; every stolen kiss, every heartbeat was another second lost. If they were aware of it, neither made mention.

They promised to keep their memories in a star, to look at it and think of each other. Later, Robert laid Julie down and, with trembling fingers, made clumsy love to her. Summer’s end left them sick with love and mad with each other’s taste.

That was seventeen years ago. Julie never looks up at the sky. But to Robert, each night brings the faint aroma of summer flowers.

It took me way longer than it should have to write Honeysuckle, though I can’t imagine why. I started it out in the warm sun during my lunch break, and didn’t finish it until it way late at night. I think it’s beautiful.