I always shut Master’s study room door with shaking hands. Tossing aside my cleaning cloth, I open his book to the page containing colorful pictures of spiral galaxies swirling with dust and stars. For a few minutes, I am engrossed in reading, my servant duties forgotten, my senses oblivious to everything else.
Yesterday, I did not hear the door open, only felt the whack of Master’s stick striking my arm; but I’m back today, dusting the room, trying to resist the book’s gravitational pull. I study my tender bruises—bright pink and purple, like galaxies dotted with pinpricks of red stars.
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Torture and the pull of curiosity. What a compelling story with dazzling imagery.
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Perfection
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This is one of the best stories I have read on this site so far (I have read about 50). IT would have been nice to know where the servant learned how to read, but space is an issue for sure. Maybe, flesh it out and make it a short story (1000 words)?
Agree. Great core for a longer story here.
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Oh wow, thank you so much! I’m humbled. Thanks also for sharing your thoughts on exploring the the protagonist’s storyline and where the story has the potential to go!
Very nice story.
Loved it
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Great story!
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What a compelling story! The imagery carried throughout works so well.
Thank you! Glad you liked the imagery!
What a gem of a story. The whole universe in 101 words.
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Superb imagery, tinged with sadness but also hope in those few moments where the servant is lost in wonder.
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