Karla stood by the water's edge, watching the sun set for the last time ever. Most people had remained indoors, indifferent to the last goodbye of the light they had known. But Karla came to pay her farewell respects, to feel a final ray of warmth in a world growing colder by the moment. She squinted her eyes and stared into the glare, but there was no face to be seen, no eyes conveying an emotion of tragedy or elation in the countenance that had once shone on her, tanning and kissing her skin. Soon it would be over. She showed her profile to the vanishing body in the sky, wondering what it would be like in the dark. Though she did not notice, a parting ray streamed into her, to wait, aslumber, for the moment it would reappear in a fleeting smile that Karla would give.
Story #275
10 comments:
Simply beautiful.
I'm suddenly feeling a bit of a chill.
Very nice.
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Michael
Oh yea that was just the best,this one is A1 I say.Merci Monsieur.
Within two days I lost a friend to an accident and a cousin to cancer... this made me think of my cousin. There were immediate tears upon reading it but they were good tears! Thanks.
Thank you very much. I tried writing about four different stories yesterday and the day before, until this one finally came out. Livewire: That's about the nicest things anyone's ever said about one of my stories. Special thanks and a hug.
Very good use of few words...
That's stunning, Indie. I actually do think you're writing differently since the anniversary.
The pic is as beautiful as the story! **
Melancholy words today...perfect.
Your story writing reminds me of the way I can write , if I choose to write about all things . My whole effort goes into the topic of freedom and Self realisation through a deep spiritual crystalisation. Poetry comes from songs I have composed or inspired by Zen like haikus which spontaneously arrive like your dreams. Nice to see your writing .
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