Amongst the Stones

Our shelter had just been a house of cards.

Now we look at them scattered between us, devastated.

This family of hearts is broken.

Our blood seeps, dripping thickly from the entrails of our lives. Our chests are cavities, eviscerated by loss. We stare at each other, our mouths slack and silent, our hearts a bloody mound at our feet.

I pull a beating muscle towards me. I grip it, feel it pulsating and wet between my fingers, not caring if it is mine. I push it into the space beneath my breastbone. I pull the ribs, sinews, muscles and skin together, closing the chasm, demanding the emptiness to be filled. One after the other, we choose a heart from the quivering pile until the ground is bare.

We rebuild our shelter. We stand tall again.

Our fingers bleed and blister, our muscles ache with the hard, bone-breaking work. But we do it. Together. For you. For us.

And now at last, we stand amongst the stones.


Copyright - Freya

Copyright – Freya

Interwoven – (not quite) Trifecta Week 88

Below would have been my offering for week 88′s Trifecta challenge word, which is ‘band’ except I didn’t use it as a verb – whoops! Too much rushing, not enough time and reading on a smartphone! As you will see from the relevant blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary. This week the 3rd definition of ‘band’ is:

– to gather together: unite <banded themselves together for protection>

Here’s my offering below – I hope you like it! Please check here for the other entries!

I’m going to leave this piece as it is though, since it means a lot to me.


– Interwoven –

The sisters stood, arms slung around one another’s waists, motionless in the soporific heat of the summer dusk.

They had done it. They had reached the end of a day which at its start, none of them had secretly thought they would achieve – not without falling by the wayside, not without splintering with exhaustion and despair.

In the middle of the triumvirate stood the eldest, uniting them all. Battered by the implosion that had threatened to shred them all to pieces, she felt old, so very old, as the sun drowned itself in the evening sky. She knew that grey hairs had silvered her dark mop in the past few weeks, that new lines had etched her once-smooth forehead.

Badges of honour, she thought.

Despite everything, despite the tearing at their flesh as they had said their goodbyes, she felt a tiny glint of happiness deep in her chest. She had regained her sister after all these years. She had found a bond with a step-sister she had hardly known, not until recent weeks.

She imagined a band of bright steel, sparkling in the now violet gloom, linking the three of them together. Their separate pasts had made them who they are. Their united futures would honour the man they had each loved in their own, unique ways.

She raised her eyes to the stars above, grasping the lifeline of her sisters a little closer.

Thank you, Dad.