Still proud, though her fires
Are quenched now. Time ravaged, she
slumbers. Dreams of youth.
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Angel Whelan
Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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A New Beginning
Tony couldn’t sit still, crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to calm his trembling hands as Clara stood at the office window deep in thought. The airline ticket in his shirt pocket moved to the beat of his heart¬– each beat bringing back the nightmare causing memories of the words he’d spoken over ten years ago. Thanks to Clara he’d finally gained the courage to buy that ticket.
By Gerald Holmes2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Brilliant and beautiful!!!
Beautiful piece. Well done.
This is beautiful and captures Vesuvius so we'll. Excellent work!
I love your take on it, choosing to describe the after yeears.
This is sooooo gorgeous!! My goodness, you REALLY said a lot here. I think Vesuvius was an excellent choice, and you captured her past and present beautifully!!