Connor Faraday
Bio
My wish is to translate the world I feel into words, to pull a single thread from the tangled web and give it to others, that they might hear its note.
Stories (4/0)
Runaway to Calais
Part 1 Wake up, it's time to wake up and face the day. This was her first conscious thought but something held her for a moment with one foot in a memory. In the kaleidoscopic darkness behind closed lids her eyes darted in all directions of their own accord. The sounds of the outside world began to slowly intrude on the image of him looking back at her, giving an out of place soundtrack to the scene, click-clack click-clack click-clack. Beneath rustling of newspapers and the distant conversations of strangers the click-clack of the rails were always keeping time. In her presently restful state her pulse matched the easy metre of the tracks below and for one moment scarcely longer than a thought, all was right in an imagined world.
By Connor Faraday2 years ago in Fiction
