The old screen door creaked as it slowly opened, then slammed shut by the wind. He scrambled from the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. She was completely oblivious to her bare, chilled arms and the tousled twist of silver hair resting across her face. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her forehead.
“Where did you go, my sweet heart?”, his eyes pooling at the corners.
Her grey-blues gazed past his, far beyond the walls of the quaint cottage.
“I guess… I wandered? I wandered lonely as a cloud.”
He led her to the sofa and wrapped her favourite afghan around her shoulders. He tilted her face gently towards his.
“You are not a cloud. I cannot…I will not let you wander, my love.” She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to.
The confusion in her eyes was screaming.
Written for Prosery at dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is our host for the prompt and has offered us the line “I wandered lonely as a cloud” from the poem, “I Wander Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth. Include it in your prose/flash fiction of 144 words of less.
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