Departures
Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams,
forage between teeth,
grasp for tepid cups,
patter a drumbeat on knees.
They tense and retract
as their owners fixate on flickering digits;
pinpoints of light
radiating promises of home.
forage between teeth,
grasp for tepid cups,
patter a drumbeat on knees.
They tense and retract
as their owners fixate on flickering digits;
pinpoints of light
radiating promises of home.
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Author's Note
Originally published in my first collection, Nature In Exile.
Other stories by Hazem Tagiuri
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What a "telling" picture! Great little piece. Lots of good stuff today on Fictionaut, important stuff. *
Especially like the way this closes. Much in a little - like fear in a handful of dust, fingers flickering finding home. Good piece.
Thanks Jake, and Sam. Much appreciated!
"radiating promises of home"
Nice phrase!
Thanks Bill!