Visual Dare #46
Silhouette
She ran her fingers over the smooth wood, shifting the
shapes, her face still as she immersed herself in the movement of the shadows
until finally his shape emerged. The
remembrance of his infectious happiness pinched her eyes with sadness and she
longed to stand in his wake once more, to feel even a breath of love or
security. If only she had kept up, or waited
beyond the hedge like he'd said, she wouldn't have fallen through that hole,
and been left behind in this wilderness.
She watched the pale light seep through the silhouettes, guilt building
over the regrets until she lashed out at the marionettes, splintering the silent
figures. She stood over them, the fading
light falling into darkness and leaving her truly alone. Maybe this circle of destruction would never
have begun.
Tunes
Youth - Daughter
a story you don't know,
and is only just unfolding.
from sjp
Definitely want it to unfold.
ReplyDeleteWonderful weaving of words and strong symbols. Love it
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ReplyDeleteThis piece is very well done. I quite enjoyed it and felt the weight of Alice's regret.
ReplyDeleteGreat job! I also felt the weight of Alice's regret.
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Very cool feeling with this piece. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAlso a new follower and dropping in from Crystal's blogfest.
loved this. came to see the blogfest but was pleasantly surprised with your artistry. adore it. new follower, too!!
ReplyDeleteExcellent job! The photo is stunning too.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, evocative writing once more. :-)
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