Breathing Ice

Restriction: Write the whole story in only one sentence.

In the second right before, when it’s like mountain climbing, like he’s breathing ice, he thinks maybe she moves just a little bit toward him, a shift of weight or intention or something, so subtle that, for years afterwards, he wonders if he imagined it, if he had wanted her to move so badly that he pretended, pretended that he had the courage to reach for her, touch her, kiss her, and all he wants to do is ask her, beg her to tell him and let him try again, and he would, if only he could see her again.

One Response to “Breathing Ice”

  1. I should have vetoed commas.

    Good job, though. It hardly seems like only one sentence.

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