Syd knew the architecture of stars, the upside-downness of words, the inside-outness of the heart. All his life, they called him weird. All his life, he tried but couldn’t change that.
Then, on a bus he met Sammi, talking to her flowers. Each day, he sat closer. One day, she gave him a flower, whispering their language to him. For her, he ventured far from the shores of his solitude. On the beach, he hummed the music of crazy love, watching waves shimmy and fret, come and go.
Syd’s galaxy shifted. ‘Weird’ stopped mattering when she said ‘yes’ to him, petal-soft.
Really liked this. It confirms the belief that there really is ‘someone out there for everyone.’
I particularly like the linking of the first and last sentences; the architecture of the stars, and the galaxy changing.
I shall read it to my son who is considered ‘weird’.
Warm, upbeat story. Really enjoyed.
This is a beautiful story. Amazing the way you got that all in to that small space. Lovely.
Thank you. I’m hopeful love doesn’t have any particular requirements other than heart.
Beautiful
Absolutely beautiful!