Her cracked nail polish laden fingers yellowed by constant contact with mango pickle are amongst the bumbly flies with lightened up but flickering rears.
The conquest to capture one of the fireflies is being skillfully carried out, amidst the light emerging from a glass lantern, an ages old lamp that has many stories to tell. Some funny, some creepy but all of them gets engulfed by grief at some point or the other.
The golden shine emitted by the lamp, scattered by the polished glass made the antique lantern look like a miniature sun emerging from among the the rocks in the brook.
A feet here, a splash there. Finally cupped palms resembling a cage, brightened up. The small fingers looked like the sun at dawn, so bright. She was afraid to let go of her lighthouse companion, lest it get hurt by the sharp edgy branches of huge trees she couldn't name. Nevertheless, she released him near her miniature sun and surprisingly he didn't let go of her.
She walked beside the brook against the current with a smile that hovered over the spaces that her milk teeth had left, for a new beginning.
For a new beginning, that is what she was here for, in this unknown, humid greenland or so as she called it.
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She Listened, Intently.
General FictionHighest rank: 94 This story explores the bond between an unusual child and everything that should have belonged to her. Things speak to her, they want to be expressed. It also shows how emotions can drive people to do extreme things. After all what...
