They bought matching rings from a street vendor, brassy bands that turned their fingers green. "Just for fun," she laughed, twisting hers nervously. Through the window, her husband's car pulled into the station lot. His wife's text lit up his phone: "Almost there." Neither moved toward their evening commute home.
The dense fog allows you to see two faces in profile. One in front of the other, as if preparing to kiss. They look like two busts suspended in time. I called this image of two soulmates “Frozen Love”. All soulmates look for a love. No beginning and no end.
The girl slept in the bus station. She had no ticket, but it was cool inside. She woke with a start to find a young man standing over her. He was beautiful, like Timothée Chalamet.
Was she still dreaming? Or, was she staring into the deep blue eyes of her soulmate?
She's hoped it would be finishing each other's sentences, knowing looks across crowded rooms, an effervescent touch. In actuality their evenings are watching TV dramas and drinking cocoa, her in bed by nine with a book, him up midnight. Not the soulmates she'd expected but a contented close proximity.
Thank you so much for the support Diane ❤️ That reminds me that I should reintroduce myself to all “newer” subs so you can tie a face to the words haha.
I do apologize with not getting this up earlier. Life got in the way, damn it!
They were soulmates people said, but they always said that about couples like them. They met as strangers hailing the same cab, and ended up sharing it, and then spending the rest of the day together. They shared a lunch and then had dinner; it was by dessert they knew.
On the drive up the coast. They told each other things never spoken to another before. Listened to songs they used to hate, but now had new meaning. Made jokes nobody else would ever understand. Cried about the past and for what will never be. Laughed at everything and nothing.
The anger had gone from his voice. His next words were hollow, as if Hughey were looking at a man who had nothing left to give. “Don’t leave her side.”
They passed each other countless times—at cafés, bus stops, bookshops—never speaking, never knowing. In quiet rooms, they dreamed of the love they never found, unaware it stood beside them, waiting. Now, gray-haired and tired, they sit alone, wondering if life had ever truly been theirs to live.
The wedding represented a beginning. Two lives, committed to each other: “Til death do us part.” Five cities, three children, a cross country move, multiple losses and multiple joys later they stole away for a weekend. Soul mates? Maybe. Committed? Absolutely. 38 years and counting. Proud to be his wife.
PROMPT: SOULMATES
THE SOULMATES
We sat by the river.
And though there were people coming and going all around us, I just saw her and she saw me.
Nothing else mattered, in the shade of the trees, except being with each other.
We were soulmates.
But to the world, we were just two swans… 🦢😎🦢
Green-Stained Promises at Platform 7
They bought matching rings from a street vendor, brassy bands that turned their fingers green. "Just for fun," she laughed, twisting hers nervously. Through the window, her husband's car pulled into the station lot. His wife's text lit up his phone: "Almost there." Neither moved toward their evening commute home.
Thanks for writing with us Tiffany!
50 words of Soulmate
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The dense fog allows you to see two faces in profile. One in front of the other, as if preparing to kiss. They look like two busts suspended in time. I called this image of two soulmates “Frozen Love”. All soulmates look for a love. No beginning and no end.
Connecting another dot...
SOULMATE:
The girl slept in the bus station. She had no ticket, but it was cool inside. She woke with a start to find a young man standing over her. He was beautiful, like Timothée Chalamet.
Was she still dreaming? Or, was she staring into the deep blue eyes of her soulmate?
Sorry this is a bit "better late than never"
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Soulmate - 50mg
She's hoped it would be finishing each other's sentences, knowing looks across crowded rooms, an effervescent touch. In actuality their evenings are watching TV dramas and drinking cocoa, her in bed by nine with a book, him up midnight. Not the soulmates she'd expected but a contented close proximity.
Miguel, love your story. So sad.
Also love the interview.
Thank you Diane!
Also wanted to say now I've heard your voice I've got a picture in my head of what you look like :)
Also went and bought the book :)
Thank you so much for the support Diane ❤️ That reminds me that I should reintroduce myself to all “newer” subs so you can tie a face to the words haha.
I do apologize with not getting this up earlier. Life got in the way, damn it!
They were soulmates people said, but they always said that about couples like them. They met as strangers hailing the same cab, and ended up sharing it, and then spending the rest of the day together. They shared a lunch and then had dinner; it was by dessert they knew.
On the drive up the coast. They told each other things never spoken to another before. Listened to songs they used to hate, but now had new meaning. Made jokes nobody else would ever understand. Cried about the past and for what will never be. Laughed at everything and nothing.
My soulmate keeps me busy
His kisses make me dizzy.
We often say the same thing
at the same time, ka- ching!
A flame burns in our hearts
We swear we will never part.
My sacred soul believes
he will never ever leave me
I think he was sent by God
and yes, oh yes, I love his bod.♥️
Thank you ,Scott for the like.
Thank you, Miguel!
Thank you,Diane for the like.
Thank you , Jeannine!
Thank you, Bill for the like.
The anger had gone from his voice. His next words were hollow, as if Hughey were looking at a man who had nothing left to give. “Don’t leave her side.”
Microdosing Fiction - 50mg of Soulmates
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There she was! The wishing-well fairy.
Donning her latest Harajuku fashion.
He walked up to her with purpose.
‘I want to undo my wish.’
The purple-haired girl looked up from her phone.
‘You’ve passed the 100-year probation.’
He covered his face, voicing his frustration.
‘But soulmates don’t work for immortals!’
They passed each other countless times—at cafés, bus stops, bookshops—never speaking, never knowing. In quiet rooms, they dreamed of the love they never found, unaware it stood beside them, waiting. Now, gray-haired and tired, they sit alone, wondering if life had ever truly been theirs to live.
The wedding represented a beginning. Two lives, committed to each other: “Til death do us part.” Five cities, three children, a cross country move, multiple losses and multiple joys later they stole away for a weekend. Soul mates? Maybe. Committed? Absolutely. 38 years and counting. Proud to be his wife.
Touching story. True as life.
Well timed. Our 38th anniversary is today! Story later
Congratulations!
50 mg dose of Soulmates
Soulmates are the ones we should search for.
Plato promised our other half completion, our split apart, our homecoming, our haven.
When I found you I knew.
Your resonance harmonized with mine, your face reflected my heart, you completed my sentences.
Little did I know our joining began our destruction
"Oi! Garcon!"
"What? You got a feckin problem?"
"Yeah i got a feckin problem. I ain't feckin 'appy with this fish n chips."
"Why not? This is the best 'addock in the East End!"
"Yeah, but I didn't ask for feckin 'addock."
"Oh fer cod's sake. What did ya want, then?"
"Sole, mate! Sole!"
Very clever!
Now that's clever :)
Ouch! Good one!