Malcolm MacGregor
Joined August 2022
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The Flower of Change
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say… The bird has one eternal breath from which to sing. No pause… one breath… Twenty and six the length and width and each a home… a home to—to” the old woman spluttered a cough and fell again to the lilt of her mumbling. He could not wholly make out the words and he had long since let them pass unheeded. They were only the exhalations of a weak wind, mere whispers. Gone was the strength of her body. When she took a breath, it whistled faintly and he could not see her breast rise with it, it was so shallow.
By Malcolm MacGregor2 years ago in Fiction