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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Saturday, August 18, 2012

An end to a tale


Her green eyes totally locked into his grey, words were suddenly not needed. Words were still spoken, were attended to.
Then, a faint whisper, What now?
The dawn was just breaking.
Life begins!

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  1. AnonymousAugust 18, 2012 at 10:31 AM

    Oh I like this. Especially "words were still spoken, were attended to" the word "attended" is unexpected. And I always like an ending where life begins! :D

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 18, 2012 at 10:34 AM

      Thank you Linda. It is really good to hear such positive words.

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  2. lumdog2012August 18, 2012 at 11:15 AM

    This is a beautiful and strong ending. I especially love: "...words were suddenly not needed." They seem to have a special relationship.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 18, 2012 at 11:17 AM

      Thank you Lumdog, I do think they share special relation.

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  3. GinaAugust 18, 2012 at 1:00 PM

    You had me at "eyes totally locked". I love a glance where eyes meet and a moment, whatever it may be, is shared between just two people. And that goes for lovers, friends and strangers alike.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 18, 2012 at 6:15 PM

      Even I like the intimacy that comes with eyes being held.
      Thank you Gina.

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  4. TessaAugust 18, 2012 at 4:33 PM

    This was a nice use of the prompt. Great job!

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  5. TrifectaAugust 20, 2012 at 4:09 AM

    I like the staccato feeling of the last part of this. It really helps to build momentum. Nice job!

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  6. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 20, 2012 at 9:45 AM

    Thank you Carver.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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