Instar
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be. The fleeting chime of crumbling ice diluted her silence, accompanied by the plaintive tymbals of a distant cicada. Such calls sounded different to her now, less foreign, their resonance pervasive, and even comforting.
For the Trifextra Week Thirty-Two Challenge:
For this weekend's challenge, we'd like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along. Have a great weekend and good luck!
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Amazing how we find ourselves adjusting.
ReplyDeleteVery nice imagery. I even heard it inside my mind.
ReplyDeletegreat writing!
ReplyDeleteThe plaintive tymbals of a distant cicada - I like that. I can hear it. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a good piece of writing :D It flows so well :)
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