Unseeing eyes stare ahead. At books, hardbound and paperback, a clip binder notebook five books down, and a Penguin Little Black Classics topping the stack off. Of course, the creature is unknowing of these finer details, but one can’t help but imagine that it does.
How long has it been? The unknowing, unseeing creature feels like it’s been eons. Uncountable, immeasurable days, bleeding into years, and further into a millenia, dripping, dripping further into a black hole where time is nil. (It’s only been thirteen days.)
The unseeing, unknowing creature despairs. How long will its imprisonment last? How long until it escapes from its long-suffering torment? How long willーThe door swings open.
Footsteps! Inside the room! A beating heart accompanying it! Is this..?!?
And then, singing.
Oh yes, thought the unknowing, unseeing creature, she’s home.
|Originally written: January 02, 2024
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Short StorySweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.
