(Slumber / historical visions / etches in table) How come when I pause to listen to the nothing, I feel like I am going to fall out of myself… that’s the last thought she had when she finally came out of the hypnotic miasma beneath her opening eyes.
Allie was never one to blench, perhaps a result of her foul father… (she was unaware she twitched) but the redoubtablely deep darkness lying ahead, beyond an unassuming moonlit sea, was for all intents and purposes, a welcomed place.
Written by Edward Roads
Got struck with the “welcomed site” and thought “sight” – intentional? Love reading your two sentences.
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Thank You Dr Mary for your continued interest. Yes, “site” was intentional and I love how you picked up on duality of it. But, I think “place” fits more snugly here so I made the adjustment.
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My pleasure. No need to adjust your writing. I was simply intrigued enough to re-read and then to comment. Still basking in the memories of Prague, Helsinki and Vienna last month. Enjoy the weekend. “”__””
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