Trisha wondered how long they’d been there. Probably ages.
They were lost because, as usual, Andy refused to follow the map. It’s much more adventurous, in his opinion, to follow the sun.
“Oh God, you’re such an idiot” she mumbled under her breath.
He looked up and she thought he might have heard her.
Hurriedly she said, pointing to the setting sun, “Thanks to you we haven’t a clue where we are and all we know is that west is that way.”
“We still don’t have a phone signal either”. Her voice quivering, scared of being on the ridge in the dark. Angry at the wasted time while he stood pontificating the meaning of life quoting Rilke.
What was that quote? “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?”
Sanaa is hosted Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight. She
has promted us to write a piece of Flash Fiction with no
more than 144 words using this line “Only mouths are we.
Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the
center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”
