Somewhere in the dust and falling plaster, the pachyderms fled, leaving you and me in this empty, demolished room.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Microstories: Over
Our love was always precarious; dancing with elephants, you once laughed. Their ponderous footsteps shattered the very foundations of who we were, and...
Somewhere in the dust and falling plaster, the pachyderms fled, leaving you and me in this empty, demolished room.
Somewhere in the dust and falling plaster, the pachyderms fled, leaving you and me in this empty, demolished room.
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Tina, the world (writing and otherwise) is better with your words in it.
ReplyDeleteThis..was superb.
Love, love this! Great take on the question and a really impressive use of words. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteA great take on the prompt. Loved your use of 'pachyderms' - very clever.
ReplyDeleteoh, can i just say i love that you used the word pachyderm?!
ReplyDeleteReally nice. Heartbreaking, even, that moment when you realize the room is empty. Great job.
ReplyDeleteOohhhh. You are good.
ReplyDeleteYou manage to bring so much passion and feeling with so few words!
ReplyDeleteThat last line is especially meaningful.. I really enjoyed this!
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