Sara Crowley
Sara Crowley is a writer and bookseller. She was the winner of Waterstones Bookseller Bursary and her novel in progress - Salted - was runner up in the Faber/National Book Tokens "Not Yet Published" Prize. Her short stories have won competitions and been published at a variety of lovely places including The Irish Times, Pulp Net, 3:AM, Litro, Fractured West, Dogmatika, PANK, wigleaf, elimae, Kill Author, Corium, NEON, Metazen, Beat the Dust, Glass Woman Prize, See You Next Tuesday Volume 2, FRiGG, Flashquake, and Decongested Tales. She blogs at A Salted and appreciates you taking the time to read this.Her most recent Flash Fiction publication was in the Irish Times on Saturday 5th November 2011
Blown Away by Sara Crowley
You said go, enjoy yourself, and I did. You said go, and I went. When I got back you were gone.
Wind swirled crunches of leaves and tiny dirts. I leant into the air and as I walked perfume was blown from my skin. While I was sipping wine and talking, talking with old friends, you were leaving me.
You were packing away shine, gleam and spark. Emptying the cupboards of indulgences: freshly ground coffee beans, dark chocolate and cardamon pods. You were stealing comfort and ease as I swallowed another mouthful of slightly warm wine.
I was laughing, perhaps, as you darkened the light. I did laugh. It was maybe too loud to be real, but nonetheless. My friend squeezed my knee.
You wound in the wool, snipped the cotton, buttoned up your coat. I cut my evening short and hurried back to you. I told my friends how grateful I was but I had to go. The wind pushed me along the roads, assisting.
I entered the house and knew it was empty. Hollow.
"Hello?"
You said go, enjoy yourself, and I tried to. When I got back you were gone.
