Laura caught a winged soul in a glass and talked to it whenever she was alone. With her eyes. No words were needed. One night she took the glass out again. She asked questions. Whose soul was it? Where did it belong? Where was it going? How long would it stay with her? She had enclosed the soul within round, invisible walls, but she could never discern whether it stayed because it truly could not leave, or whether it merely pretended to be confined, for her sake. Now she lifted the glass and waited, with a questioning gaze. Would it fly away? She closed her eyes for a moment, reopened them, and then realized. The soul was waiting for her to come with it.
Story #102
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So he's lying on top again
Just like Gepetto with his doll
And he's running around again
And I can't get him out of this house
And if you bore him,
you'll lose your soul to him...
-- Belly, Gepetto
You know Inde I think I have a favorite now. :)
Love and Light
I think these two souls were more than soul mates... they got into one only soul and headed off into the Infinite! :)
I think these two souls were more than soul mates... they got into one only soul and headed off into the Infinite! :)M.P.
MP: I love your ending!
Thanks everyone for the lovely comments. I had no idea the story would click the way it apparently has.
I do believe that was my favorite.
Was that a new mood, new moon?
What inspired?
What inspired? This was one of the completely spontaneous stories occurring without much thought. I had just finished the Gary Wilson story (#101) but didn't yet have permission to post it, so just in case, I prepared this back-up story. I didn't think it was that much, really. Just saw the photo and wrote the story.
incredible.
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