By Cath Bore
The soul was torn when I got it. A bloody great rip right down the middle. Like someone took two big fistfuls and yanked it apart. I laid it out flat on my lap and sewed the raw edges back together. Tiny silk kisses sealed the wound. The puckered pink scar vanished. It was beautiful again. As good as any new soul! We all know that love can heal anything, but I still rested it, gave it time to be. Then one day I picked the soul up and held it, as close as the air. It crumbled against my cheek.
Wow. Very nicely done.
Thank you, Grady.
Pleasantly surreal. Like the idea that we can stitch our souls back together.
Thanks. I got the idea from a song – the concept of a torn soul is too intriguing not to write about!
Beautifully spiritual, and troubling. The imagery is, in my books, unforgettable.
Thanks, Smila.
That is very good Cath. Very good.
Thanks, Cath.
I love this Cath, such beautiful imagery.
Thanks, so much.
lovely imagery! thank you for sharing this story with us!
Thanks to you too, for your lovely comment.
A neat little story with the message that some things just cannot be repaired. Bittersweet and touching. A Winner.
Thank you, Bobby.
Excellent.
Thanks, Jeanne. Very much.
Excellent.
Lovely. Warm, but bittersweet.
Lovely story, I really liked it!