Christian, prose

the silence after the implosion was not deafening (revisited)

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They always loved the way they both loved waterfalls.
As if it weren’t enough to drive through that scenery on the way, with its exhilarating verdancy,  the serpentine paths unmarked, illuminated by their shared love of, well, their shared love.

But now, his muscles twitched.
Her emotions repelled down, down from the cliff of his hardened inner life. Over the cascade of his own unformulations. Starting that landslide, you know, the inward one. The one that implodes stars…

leaving burn marks on the pavement. The ones that stranger, whistling at the end of the week, steps over.
He’s wishing those darn kids would quit playing with fireworks again!
But, you have to admit, it IS a great night for a campfire…

 

Originally posted Jan 13th, 2017

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24 thoughts on “the silence after the implosion was not deafening (revisited)

  1. Julie H says:

    Have missed u too 😔. Looking forward to reading more of your work & naturally catching up for a coffee or 3, when you get back. ☕️ 😊

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