Our Private Hurricane

Sometimes, conversation is all you need.

Our Private Hurricane

by Austin Cates


It was as close to perfect as these old bones have ever felt. The night was lost in the hurricane of conversation, and we laughed through the smoke of too many cigarettes.

We threw caution to the wind, mocking the mortality that encroached in the shadows cast by the crescent moon. The icy cold licked at our flesh, but we paid it no mind.

The street lamp nearby flickered with the orange tint of a sunset, a casual reminder of the time slipping past with ferocious speed. Soon enough, minutes became hours and not a sliver of a thought passed through our minds as to stop.

We hung on every word that fell from the other's lips as red embers sputtered between them and fell to the ground. Our hurricane of conversation laid waste to everything else that dared to exist beyond.

Eventually, as all things do, the winds died down and left us in a desolation of the night. Amidst the rubble of what was, we said our goodbyes, intent on thrashing in those winds again another time.

Reviews

[BlaqkShadow]

Fantastic writing, really good descriptive talents creating powerful and personal imagery.
All the lines are brilliant but I think my favourite is "We hung on every word that fell from the other's lips as red embers sputtered between them and fell to the ground. Our hurricane of conversation laid waste to everything else that dared to exist beyond. " I have been in a situation with someone I loved where all else fails to exist and there is just you and them wrapped in endless conversation. These lines really stand out but as I said I think the whole thing is excellent :D

[Austin Cates]

Thank you, I appreciate the kind words. It really is one of the best feelings, isn't it?

[Philip Muls]

Great analogy between a hurricane and an all-consuming conversation. I like 'mocking the mortality' as I know how it feels when you act & talk like your horizon is infinity.

Strong ending : 'trashing in those winds again'.