Susan was the rock of the sea; up, down, in, out; back, forth, push, pull; the rhythm, and the sway. Susan was the hush of the wind; soft, sharp, warm, and cold; the howl and the bite. Susan was gentle, deceptively so. She was the peace, and still the war. She was the alleviation of pressure. She was the rustle of a lily. She was the whisper of a lullaby.
Oh, but she was the sudden stillness. She was the break between the thunder, and the empty conversation. She was the suspension of a high note; the suspension of a bridge. She was the intermission; the interlude; the interval.
Susan was not the quiet. She was the breath before the phrase; the calm before the storm. Susan wasn't the silence. She was the lull.
YOU ARE READING
Further Up & Further In
FanfictionThis is my attempt to add to the beautiful world of Narnia through my writing. Inspired by both the books and the movies, I have written several one-shots and short stories on a variety of themes and characters, and as long as the inspiration keeps...
