𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒, carl grimes

li. the moon

FIFTY-ONE,
the moon

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( flashback )

THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING comforting, about the stillness of a insipidly colored room.

All despite the cheap, grey artwork, in which glared so intently back towards Ella's receptive gaze. Against the ceiling panels of a washed out, pale brown, stained with the occasional darkened splat of dried water, had there been a square window to another world, nailed upon the bleached walls resting beneath those squares of repetition. That being, a frame, holding the sole image of comfort, that reeked of tranquility the current world could never achieve to duplicate.

As, embedded right into that painted paper of a copied art form, atop of fragile lamentation, had there been the drawing of a carefully sketched moon, gleaming down a vibrant city. With focused, attentive pores, that all carried such heavy potential. Circles of deprived holes, sinking into the surface of space rock, that could only ever be viewed through the artificial concept of art, in their dead world. At least, inside of the false reality of condolence — when, the only pressing matter at hand, had been how the pollution of a lively city below, all tainted with glowing windows, could ever come to negatively harm such a radiant piece of gravitated rubble.

After all, that was all the moon was; rubble. Mashed rock, that was never desirable to stare at, through a cracked telescope, for its boring, overplayed qualities, but merely gawked at in false depictions, in which shown its inlets of mysterious depressions.

Ella Samuels could recall, without much difficulty, how The Hilltop doctor, only saw fascination in placing that sole drawing of copied art, in the vast emptiness of his trailer walls. Amidst of his medical equipment, that only caused for her spiked nerves to increase, was there only the solitary comfort of this plainly dull piece, while she awaited company from their only source of medical care in the radius of several miles. A man she had yet to meet, only heard an abundance about, who resided in the community she had been a current guest to, for, more or less, the quantity of nearly a fully complete hour.