After the funeral, the mountain range disappeared. It wasn’t fog. Rather, a swallowing. Folks hissed in their homes, "goodbye resale value” (expressed as, “our poor ecosystem” in the grocery stores).
Delphi and Andre had once stood on their balcony, facing peaks and drops, exhales matched. Knowledge of their sleeping child had formed their clay positioning.
The landmass wasn’t solid.
Days passed of stygian erosion until Delphi dreamed of young laughter. She woke and took a pilgrimage over the precipice of After, reaching Cyril’s old room.
Andre was asleep in the twin bed. Upon touching his face, two plates collided.
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A. Lenae
I'm learning how to find the heart and describe it, often using metaphors. Thanks for reading.
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A, this was such a short but impactful story! It carried this air of intensity from start to finish that added to the layers of untapped emotion within. Your use of personification and descriptive language carried the tone of the story well! You did a beautiful job! 😊
very good
I’ve tried to leave insights. It’s glitching tonight. I’m so sorry it has come back to read as I asked for in your thoughtful comment. I was blissfully lost in your lyric and wondering. Then. With a hault! ‘The landmass wasn’t solid.’ Wow. Thank you for writing / publishing! Pauline 🌸