you’ll never be home

It was the first time she had come back to his space. They walked into the room where he didn’t do much living and he showed her the place. On the wall. Where he strung up the different shades of pathos.
In the right order, of course.

She was more impressed than she thought she would be.
And now she was scared.
Scared that he knew right where to put her.

 

(NB. there may be an expletive in here)

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    1. Reply

      why, thank you.
      I love the eerie atmosphere of this song, and that she thinks she has deluded him…but I also feel sad about these games, and the motivations. And the idea of home, and as I kept writing, spooky things appeared and, well, hey. Read it as you wish 🙂

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          I simultaneously adore the song, (and keep listening to it…I love the eerie, seductive ones, I confess.) But it also makes me sad, her cruelty. But her honesty. Gah, can’t help but be inspired.

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        Hehehehe drowning in email is the way of today 🤣

        You should submit some of these flashes to The Drabble
        On wp. They’re great stories, 100 words or less. You have this nailed down, they’d love ya 😊

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          Sorry, I was putting the kettle on.
          and it’s much more fun with others in the bog (mire, mire) wait that doesn’t rhyme…guess I’m going free verse…

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    Oh you are good. Sooo good…you don’t have to overdo the words. It takes skill to convey a strong message so succinctly. I’m a fan.

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        Because many modern readers also have a limited attention span too. Not that I’m looking at anyone … but I did see my reflection in the mirror (iPad in one hand, phone wedges between shoulder and ear and toast in the other hand haha). Have a great day!

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hi. friendly banter is always welcome.

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