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Phoenix

April 30, 2021 5 Comments

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Behind the curtain, two shadows dance in the flickering candlelight. Moths drawn to the flame, bumping futilely against the glass shade, two lives saved from their hearts’ desire.

The other shadow sits unmoving, rocking chair stilled, on the silent porch. No glass to keep her from harm, heart charred to a crisp by the flame of rejected love. I cannot reach her, but I smell the smoky embers of despair.

I move to sit beside her, hand on hers. After an hour, she grips it tight. Tiny stirring of micro-roots as her heart begins the long climb back to the light.

By Karen Tucker

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  1. Caroline Stone says

    April 30, 2021 at 6:08 am

    Wow, gave me goosebumps. Well done!

    Reply
  2. Kevin says

    April 30, 2021 at 9:29 am

    A superb piece of evocative writing.

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    • Carol says

      April 30, 2021 at 9:42 am

      I agree. Wonderful sensory details.
      Nicely done!

      Reply
  3. Susan Pope says

    May 1, 2021 at 2:47 am

    Lovely words as ever Karen

    Reply
  4. Jackie Packham says

    May 17, 2021 at 3:06 pm

    Lovely descriptive writing Karen

    Reply

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