You called them angels, but I felt their weight as an avalanche burying my last breath. They froze me in their coverings, and as I stood, I watched you dance between. We were unreachable to each other in that moment. Your words trilled in the alleyway, “It’s like church in the street!” and my groans of pain sunk below your energy. How could such suspension polarize us like this? You leapt every minute or so until you caught a handle and I hunched over the prodding cobblestones. It was the last moment I saw you before they caught you up.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Another clever little microfiction from Ms Davis. Love it. I like all the ambiguity you create with your perfectly chosen words! Well done on this one!
I think I interpreted this story darker than you intended it to be, lol 😅
Mackenzie, I am such a fan of yours now!
He's such a Mary Poppins! I love the imagery you created here!