Every Little Thing by Zohra Hussain

This story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story.

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In the room they fell in love, sunlight creeps in through a dewy window as the smell of herbs lingers in the air. Their song plays on an old radio – melodic and broken from the static: ‘every little thing she does is magic.’ She lightly sways, tracing her fingers over a paintbrush, and lets cigarette ashes fall on a saucer. The smoke covers the dust, and she opens a timepiece marked with his initials that acts like a compass. It points to him. Every time. No matter the distance. He walks in and takes her breath away so effortlessly. She wraps a strand of hair behind her ear and feigns nonchalance. He leans his forehead against hers and then picks up his satchel, a doleful look on his face, without saying a word. They let the silence be enough. Until it isn’t anymore. He leaves, more vulnerable than monster, and she hangs in the doorway, transfixed by their last kiss.

 

 

Zohra Hussain
23
England
Zohra Hussain
Zohra Hussain is a writer from England who has previously been published on Thought Catalog. When she’s not howling at the moon or escaping mid-afternoon for a nap, she can be found eating cereal for dinner – proving just how marvellously she’s handling adulthood.

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