The clock ticks like the “tell tale heart”. My heart murmurs; warns me of the worst case scenario. Laughter resonates throughout the room. The sickly thick odor of garlic and anxiety permeate the room. My lips smile, my mouth trembles, my eyes water, my lungs gasp for air.
I gave him a glimpse of my soul. I exposed my muse. I shared my words. I offered my heart of glass…..
He averts his eyes and formally nods in my direction.
The clock stops as the promise of time is shattered; the illusion betrayed.
Meeting dismissed….
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And the article itself is, as always, outstanding. So many clear images compressed into so few words. Powerful !
love and blessing and warm gentle hugs to you, from not only myself but all of your loving Gather family.
Whenever you comment on one of my paintings, it means so much to me, because you continually create such genius, such excellence. With such high standards in your own work, your opinion carries great weight and value.
Thanks for taking me back, Amanda.
l read your piece and then the comments then I had to go back and read again and l found i was shocked at the shortness of the piece - it felt like there were more words than the actual number of the words on the page - l don't know if l'm saying it properly but there was more -
like julian said "So many clear images compressed into so few words. "
and l loved the phrase "odor or garlic and anxiety"
it is an honour to know you x
You are a strong, beautiful person. I bet he was scared. Smile!
Keep searching...it is the creative thing to do. Smile, again.