Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

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!

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Nine

11 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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