Up high, In the sky
Dwell sacred secrets inside
Mountain, help me fly.
About the Creator
Kimmy
A mommy and wife that loves to read and write for fun as well as going to all the many adventures of the mind! As the elves in Middle Earth would say in Sindarin,
"Navaer"
Farewell!
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford5 days ago in Fiction
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