Echoes From The Past_Alone With The Flowers_..._Dyschronometria
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Echoes From The Past
Sara looked around the ivy-draped walls, between the fallen floor joists and up at the clouds which scudded across the sky where the roof had been. A small sapling protruded from the chimney, waving gently in the breeze. Clumps of ferns and other weeds poked out of crevices in the walls where the plaster was gone. Small fireplaces in the upper levels of the walls looked like cavities in a tooth. She picked her way cautiously towards the ornate marble fireplace, the onlywww.onedoor.cc recognizable object left in this large room. She wondered what her gran would make of it now. Would she be satisfied to ...
Alone With The Flowers ...
“It’s my fault, isn’t it?”Daniel’s voice comes softly from the doorway, quiet and tentative. He stands there, looking into her room as though he can’t quite bring himself to enter, shoulders hunched and eyes downcast. He is taller than her, and has been for some years now, with thick muscled arms and a broad frame, but Jessica looks at him and all she can see is the little seven year old who would creep into her room during thunderstorms, or whenever he was woken by nightmares. Uncertain, hesitant, and always looking so very small. Her baby brother.The anger drains out of her.She glances down ...
Dyschronometria
Such a simple concept as not knowing where I stand on the great tapestry of time’s endless happenings is a tragedy. I can only laugh at my mind’s feeble attempts at creating a distinction between this day and how many had passed since my affliction began. The day/night cycle now resembles the momentary blackness as you blink, performed an uncountable number of times.Every day our Government thanked us for seemingly pausing our lives so they can take care of the killer virus threatening us outside, ignoring an even bigger threat. Time. time is God, a selfish one at that. She cares not for our p...