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Word Prompt Three: A Story in 50 Words.

“She will follow soon?”

Swathed in darkness, two figures lie resting. One dreams; the other will no more.

Death does not answer. He never does. The dreaming one will now travel oceans and learn to dance and love anew.

So silence remains.

Death is many things, but not needlessly cruel.

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Word Prompt Two: Talk About a Long-Term Goal.

A home.

I want a home.

I want that feeling of home. For me and for those around me. I want softness. I want bright colours and books and a desk in a snug corner of a room. Neutrals will be a four-letter word; I don’t want any whites or greys or blacks. I want to have open afternoons where people can come and sit around and play board games or bring their projects to work on. I want a rotary phone and fairy lights and wind chimes. I want a deep burgundy feature wall, with a vintage star map. Nestled by the loungeroom window I want a telescope. I want conversations with my cat, as she roams around and peers down from heights she lounges in, her tail softly swishing.

I want sparklers on New Years Eve. 

I want snug blankets on all the comfy chairs.

I want room for her to make her art, while I type away.

I want to have music playing in the background.

I want to hear a regular knock on the front door, and a calling out, “Torvill...”

I want a Chesterfield patchwork sofa. 

I want them to come for dinner, and to have a show on Netflix that we watch together regularly.

I want shrubs of hydrangea outside my bedroom window. Soft blues.

I want a little street library box outside by my verge.

I want to hand out candy for Halloween.

I want a garden swing out on the verandah. 

I want her to be safe and live with me. 

I want a home.

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Word Prompt One: Holiday.

Major Holidays as if they Were People, Part One.

Valentine’s Day.

She’s so sweet she'll give you cavities. When ordering dessert, you order your sundae with those awful fake cherries, just for her, because she loves them.

She always makes sure your selfies are flawless and continues to snap them even when she looks perfect herself in them.

On nights out, she's a shoulder to cry on for the drunk girls in the bathrooms at the clubs and despite a reputation for an obsession with love, she will tell them to dump the f*boys as she’s fixing their mascara. Her litmus test for men is Gomez Addams, and she will ask them every time, “Would Gomez Addams find this acceptable?”

Unfortunately, she likes picnics.

Her favourite Jane Austen character is Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility.

That Love Stinks scene in the Wedding Singer with Adam Sandler, actually makes her giggle.

She will tell you to order your grande Love Bug Frappuccino with cookie crumble crunch, and raspberry and vanilla bean syrup, for goodness sake, and own your Basic Bitch™ already. This will probably start her ‘self-love is a political act’ rant. It starts to trail off by the time she gets to ‘the world will always crush what you love, so be brave and wear your heart on your sleeve anyway’, but it’s endearing, and honestly, she’s not wrong. So order your damn drink.

She can’t figure out how to use Tumblr.

Contrary to popular belief, red roses are not her favourite flowers. Big, bright gerberas are. Also, she knows the language of flowers fluently and in a single well-crafted bouquet she can either express all the true love in the world, or destroy any hope for any sort of affection and stomp a dream to pieces. At whim she can be the breaker of hearts. 

She will belt out Roxette’s It Must Have Been Love a little too hard at karaoke and you side-eye her and wonder if she’s okay.

She hates the movie Love, Actually and will never be over Alan Rickman cheating on Emma Thompson. This is a big source of contention between herself and Christmas Eve. 

Don’t get tattoo advice from her, she will tell you it’s a great idea to get your current lover’s name etched on you forever. Don’t get Brody’s name on you. 

She ships Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. They are her #couplegoals

Valentines and Halloween are girlfriends. I don’t make the rules.