The pane bars no chill.
Wind howls; I light a candle.
My cup, then, is safe.
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Ophelia Keane Braeden
Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!
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Veil of Subconscious Awakening
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Desert3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Congratulations! Great opening line.
Congratulations, Ophelia, on your win❣👏
Congratulations! Love this!💖
‘The pane bars no chill’ - what a great line. Congrats Ophelia!!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊