when they crashed into each other

And that’s how Darby and John crashed into each other or so the story goes…

” Woe betide anyone who comes closer!”

She drew her sword from the sheath and stuck it to his neck.

“Better set your face against any temptation.” Her ruthless gaze flared up.

He quickly seized hold of her hand and managed to heave it off his neck while slipping his right hand at the back of her head.

“You might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.” He curled his fingers through her hair and without delay pressed his lips against her.

After a while when he was trying to catch his breath, he was promptly served right for his felony on his left cheek.

SMACK!!

” Touché! You taste bitter!” He gave a yelp of pain clutching his swollen, cherry red cheek with his hand.

“You’re bland. Not to my taste”

” I must agree that good taste has been driven out of the town, nowadays. By the way, most people, especially, young and beautiful ladies assume that I’m the sexiest thing, the greatest kisser alive…after you.”

“It’s the harvest time for your wild oats.”

The Sun went down but they were still chatting the hind leg off a donkey.

” The day I lost my specs, I stumbled upon a nova. Yaaay big! Ablaze with millions of….”

Tell me more about them. What do Darby and John do? Where are they now?

Now? In their dreams they sleep with the moon.

That’s not true!


The post is written in response to dVerse prompt ‘Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams.’ The line ‘In their dreams they sleep with the moon.’–is taken from Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”.


Photo saved from Pinterest

Published by Smita

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

4 thoughts on “when they crashed into each other

  1. Thanks for your story. The actual prosery prompt is for a piece of no more than 144 words, incorporating the line. If you want others from dVerse to read your work, participate during the week of the prompt, following the rules, and adding your link to the Mister Linky. There will be a new prosery prompt in November.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. I didn’t count words, just posted it. It was great fun to participate or as they say ‘unleash your writing beast’. Hopefully, I will continue to participate. Thank you so much for the comment. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

Your turn:

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: