Perhaps, we are just
The parent we liked the best
Played rather poorly
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Whoaaaa, that was so freaking deepA loved your Haiku!
Reflective, eloquent, and insightful. I love how you refer to us as 'understudies'. I think the metaphor captures the essence of what we are in a way that's concise, but not oversimplified.
It's a tough role, with little chance to practice ahead of time. Nicely crafted haiku!
So insightful!! I loved it. 😍
Love this. Thought-provoking, as your writing always is. And fabulous image too!