A cold breeze rustled the tent flaps of the amusement park. A lone flyer lifted in the gust and disappeared into the darkness. Wooden horses glowed grey in the eerie light of the carousel.
They waited…for the people to come and colour them with their laughter.
Why do we never go anywhere, asked the peach horse with the gold bridle.
“The people like it that way. The same patterns, the same results…afraid of stepping off. They’ll be back tomorrow…you’ll see,” replied the wise old grey, whose paint had long faded from the scuffing of shoes.
“Lights, camera, action”
A ripple of laughter passed through the other horses as they strained against the poles to spot the joker in their midst.
But night had fallen and the caretaker had switched off the power supply.
Against the grey rain
diamond drops dance and gleam
on red hibiscus blooms
I smile as you sleep
The rise and fall of your chest
My peace and comfort
It was obvious that something had changed. The hushed phone calls, the receipt for her favourite lilies that she never got. She even caught him smiling to himself when he thought she wasn’t looking.
Through the week, he seemed to get increasingly distant. His replies were monosyllabic, and he would not look her in the eye.
He was never very good at keeping a secret, she thought to herself. As she turned the key in the lock that night, she had made up her mind to confront him.
She followed the glow of the candle light to where he was waiting by the table. The air was fragrant with lilies. He had even hired a chef to recreate their dinner from the night he proposed 10 years ago.
“Happy Anniversary,” he said, with smile on his face.
It was obvious from hers that she had forgotten.
Two haiku and a short story inspired by the Daily Prompt Obvious