Tag Archives: memory
The Final Tear
“So help me–” he began, his voice cutting through the dim, rancid air that seems to have settled. He spoke, and her heart stuttered. Oh, the world stuttered. (Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly–) A flutter of fire, a fractaling explosion of … Continue reading
Countdown
What if it isn’t really her? It doesn’t matter. What if it isn’t really him? It doesn’t matter, she tells herself. It never matters. It’s never mattered. It is him. She can feel it. Five… I don’t know if you … Continue reading
The Music Box
Everything was pain. (Before the black night moves again) She knew that, now. Everything was pain, and it had been pain, and it was going to be pain, forever and ever, amen. She could not see him, anymore; her eyes … Continue reading
Still searching
Everything had been coming apart for a long time now. She worried there would be absolutely no way to put it all back together. How many fragments in space and time. How many moments had she almost had him in … Continue reading