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The Eclectic Pen - Nanofiction #4

By: Paul H. (nessus19) - ,   + 43 more  
Date Submitted: 2/19/2007
Last Updated: 2/19/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 91

  He walked slowly along the autumn streets, long after the ovens had been turned down and the televisions switched off...the insides of both ticking quietly as their components cooled down and their products were digested.
A brisk wind sent parchment leaves skittering across the cracked sidewalks, and he was reminded of the many letters he had written. The words bringing a brief riot of color to her life, then withering over time...and finally cast away. Words and phrases and carefully crafted wishes...tumbling out and off into a different kind of night.

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 2/20/2007 4:27 PM ET
Keep it up. I enjoy your little pieces tremendously.
Tamela R. - 2/22/2007 12:44 PM ET
Wow beautiful and accessible. Just what I want in my poetry!!
Jessi H. (willpowered) - 2/22/2007 2:36 PM ET
This is sensually engaging....nicely done. All the sensations are so immediate to the "he" that we walk his steps with him...until "her life". I cannot help but wonder how "he" knows - whether he actually knows, or whether he only wonders what became of those letters he had written. Maybe he's making it up. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe she held on to those letters, carefully returning them to their envelopes and nestling them neatly into a box. Maybe she visited them, every now and then, when things clouded her vision, obscuring her access to joy. Maybe it was she who withered, and was finally cast away. Maybe that's what you meant after all. Hmmm.
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