Thursday, September 01, 2005


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

12 comments:

Jamie Dawn said...

Simply beautiful.
I'm suddenly feeling a bit of a chill.

Michael said...

Very nice.

Take Care
Michael

GPV said...

Oh yea that was just the best,this one is A1 I say.Merci Monsieur.

LiVEwiRe said...

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.

Indeterminacy said...

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.

Ash Sere said...

Very good use of few words...

Doug said...

That's stunning, Indie. I actually do think you're writing differently since the anniversary.

fotoaprendiz (M.P.) said...

The pic is as beautiful as the story! **

Elli said...

Wow, beautiful! Sad but nice!

actonbell said...

Gorgeous story. And it seems appropriate to be reading today, too.

still life said...

Melancholy words today...perfect.

Mystic Shine said...

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 .