Fiction, prose

modicum

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He studied her blanks, his heart a magnifying glass as he carefully copied out each jot that filled the lens. He often sat back, in surprise and wonder, sometimes awe, sometimes astonishment. Sometimes, sadness, that could not be expressed in any current language, he mourned.

He didn’t have enough colours. But the poetry, brought him to his knees.

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17 thoughts on “modicum

  1. I love it, the ending especially.

    It reminded me of thing I did in my freshman year of high school, art class. We took a photo and had to recreate the photo with dots. I believe we used social pens and shadings were, of course, more dotted and the lighter it was less dots etc. it wasn’t my favorite thing and I’m not artistic but it turned our beautifully. Mine was of a small girl with an umbrella 🙂

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    • Hi! Thank you for your thoughts, I always love reading them.
      Hmm I think that’s me quite a lot actually. At least recently.
      Life’s hit an unexpected rough spot, so I’m not reading everything I want to right now. I’m sorry I haven’t visited lately. 🌸 But it will be temporary, I’m sure.
      Hope everything’s well with you?

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