Stars and Salt

Stars and Salt

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"The toil of all that be helps not the primal fault; it rains into the sea, and still the sea is salt." ~A. E. Housman When office woman Alfreda spontaneously runs away from her maddening routine one night, she has no idea why she did it-or what to do next. Teetering on the thin line between illusions and clarity, she realises that what seems to be a city of dreams may be a prison of the mind after all. Disclaimer: The poem used in this short story was not written by me. Its full name is 'Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall' by Alfred E. Housman. It's a short but beautiful piece of work and I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it.
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انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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Have you heard about the Filipino belief that when it rains while the sun is out, tikbalangs are being wed? Do you believe that this happens because the heavens agree not with such union? Elizabeth Blanchard has always been fascinated with her imagination as she uses it to cope with her mother's death, but how bad can it be when such a mechanism backfires? Drowning in one's thoughts, constant daydreaming, and spacing out are only a few of what Eliza is experiencing. Although she can pull through because of her best friend CC, when numbness came into play and the hours of daze become longer, all became hopeless. Until she suddenly bumps into a mysterious woman who constantly snaps her out of her daze, but it seems their encounters are limited for her eyes only which leads her to question herself, "Does this woman exist?" Or is her mind getting messier and this woman is just a fragment of imagination? Who is this woman? Will she be the key that will set her free? Or a mere sign that all is too late and she is far gone?

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