#midnightshit #fiction #writingprompt
“teach me: how to ride a bicycle, how to write a sonnet, how to understand classical music. show me the deepest corners of the forest you always visit and bake me your best dessert. call me in the middle of the night and tell me: „there’s a train to Prague. we have time. i got the tickets”. and then…then, send me the best album you ever listened, while we gaze at the moon and share a Lucky Strike/Malrboro/Philip Morris cigar. and then make me laugh. laugh like i never ever did. laugh so hard that even when i sneeze, i keep laughing.
leave. disappear. forget about me.”
– that’s what she said