A whistling, whopping willow beneath me coddles the stillness of the beaten-weather. Before my eyes were fragments of smoky, unfriendly breeze that took over the remains I have saved for one soul.
Seconds escalated like wildfire, the dawn upon me turned into a broad daylight yet, nothing seemed to beat around the bush. To my dismay, as no shadow had towered the couple of bumblebees on my side, I feared the damsel wouldn't make it this time.
With a fretful sigh, leaning back cracking the tense muscles I harboured from the lengths of motionless, I rummage some of my mediums from the Victorian satchel I carried on this whiz trip. Bequest, dampening my pre-historic steel point on the ragged wood-pulp paper from my lovely ealdemodor, I began scraping coherent words meaning to pen up epistles of my expectations and frustrations.
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Beloved,
I tread the blankness with stars above me shedding lights, hoping in time it will race alongside me.
The pavement was surreal, unparalleled from the route in the South the last wanders we've been to. Riding by the waves, I let out some of my particles from my sachet, leaving it all drenched.
But, luck seems on my side as our favorite papyrus was left untouched, as if engulfed with an invisibility cloak. Such a waste not having chances to unfold this homeric telltale with your orbs looking at mine, not in these crappy pieces dithering to reach your palms.
This point of time should be our epoch-headlines, our thirty seventh days and twenty ninth oak trees, yet, your loose shadow falters its brushwork, out of worn out lanes.
You are past the golden hours we pledged to commit, nonetheless your presence is beyond ghosts. Darling, I am hanging fire on the same spot, may I know yours?
beyond the shadow of doubt,
Yours faithfully;
~~
*****
An utter bonjourno!
It's Abyssmps Birthday! Yey. All the blasts to the Author. Meaning to wander all wonders with Abyssmps and sail with her readers as well. I had asked her approval for this to push through and here we are.
Speaking, this is a gift for Abyssmps. What you traversed above is a snippet of our proposed full-length epistolary, ideally hinged in the '80s epoch. Likewise, this is a sure-tell teaser, plan is to have this published as a different short book. Well, that depends on the volume it gets to move further than necessary. I am willing to put much catarsis upon these, only if that would likely draw interests from the author and her readers. That is much much put into consideration.
The call is yours to begin with.
Happee Birthdae Abyssmps!!
Ciao.
~ stl.
