Sitting by the open fire he listened fervently,
the blazing ambers and smoke a reflection of his mind.
With every word the knots tightened, slowly erroding his faculties.
Written for Sonya TLT week seventeen.
Sitting by the open fire he listened fervently,
the blazing ambers and smoke a reflection of his mind.
With every word the knots tightened, slowly erroding his faculties.
Written for Sonya TLT week seventeen.
Great take, this – nicely done!
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Thanks Sonya!
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A great story, using the fire as a metaphor for his unravelling mind. Lovely stuff
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Thanks Lynn.
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Pleasure 🙂
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This is why I like micro fiction! You can say so much with so little! In the hand of a skilled writer, it looks very easy… Just like now.
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Awwww …. bless your heart Ada that is a huge compliment and I appreciate ir very much.
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