They were alone with the horizon. An enormous wave splashed into the sky. He closed his right eye, watched her with his left.

“I think I’m going to fall,” she teased. She pirouetted, moved closer to the edge.

He lowered to the ground in front of her, switched eyes, caught the churning water behind her silhouette.

“Aren’t you going to stop me?” She glanced over her shoulder.

With both eyes open, he kissed her knees. “Like rain.”




“Can’t stop.”

Her hand slipped from his grasp. “Would you fall for me?”

He stood and met her eyes. “Can’t stop.”

“Like rain?”

“Like rain.”

She curled her toes into the cliff’s warm sand. He felt her whole body lean into him as he enveloped her in his arms.


copyright © Kelly Huntson and

Thank you always for reading.
With much love,


*originally published Jan., 2018

25 thoughts on “Caught

    1. Hi there and thank you! Just flashed back to something I wrote in 2016 that was accompanied by a rollercoaster photo. It was called “More Than A Feeling,” one very long stream of summer images.
      I’ll see what I can do with something new in the coming year, although “rollercoaster ride” pretty much sums things up around here! Happy New Year!

  1. Happy New Year Kelly! Love the post. As the kids say…brings out all the right ‘feels’ :) As with everyone else here…freezing our winter nuts off, hoping for relief. Stay warm my friend, good to see you. xo

    1. Hi Rhonda! Thank you! Happy New Year! You are exactly what this (or any) comment section needs!
      Yer nuts are freezin’ off?? You’re probably better off without them, but for God’s sake, keep yer girly bits warm! lol

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