On the corner of 26th Street

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Whatever happens, happens once.  It’s ephemeral like passing mist.
Somewhat like the taste of dark chocolate, the night less than nocturnal;
life is brutal that way, the moments that touch us are also those we can
never hold onto for long.

I write them down every chance I get. The exquisite blend of hot and
cold; that is life. When I found him, I learned things I never knew about
myself. How I long to kiss his lips, shapely as a rosebud, sometimes I
still my thoughts in hopes of hearing his heartbeat. We are many miles
apart at the moment. We will remember once when it is over, said and
done – it was a time and there was never enough of it.

By day the café is the colour of bergamot orange. I hold on to knowledge  
that it’s disposition alone that determines affinity.



Photo credits: Edward Hopper, “Automat,” 1927

Today we are asked to write inspired by a line from
“A Time,” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke 💝

Posted for Prosery Monday: A Time @ dVerse Poets Pub

42 Replies to “On the corner of 26th Street”

  1. I love the melancholy of a passion lost, but still, all seems not to be lost… distances can be bridged.

    I hope for the best.

  2. The Hopper picture is perfect for your piece, Sanaa, and I love the thought that a moment is like the taste of dark chocolate, and that there are people like us who write moments down. I have an image of you sitting in that café the colour of bergamot orange, scribbling down your moments.

  3. I tend to judge these pieces entirely on how seamlessly the large, obtrusive phrase fits into the prose. It does in your piece! Very well done.

  4. You worked the line in so well! Lovely descriptions, too. And the Hopper is perfect–she does look like she’s pondering the thoughts you describe. I used that same image for a different prosery prompt. 😀

    1. Thank you so much, Merril 😀 I enjoyed writing prose tonight. It was my first time participating, so glad you liked it! 💄❤️

      (thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  5. Sanaa, your first paragraph drew me into that cafe … from there I wanted to stay. I love the Hopper art and your prosery.

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