My heart seized up. He turned and saw all the others, all the years they marked and the hands that had held them. His dead fathers, his dead child’s. I watched him as he smashed the rest. He christened the walls and wooden chair with the news of my death, and afterward he stood in the guest room surrounded by glass. The bottles, all of them, lay broken on the floor, the sails and boat bodies strewn among them. He stood in the wreckage. It was then that, without knowing how, I revealed myself. in every piece of glass, in every shard and sliver, I cast my face. He glanced down and around him, his eyes roving across the room. Wild, it was just for a second, and then I was gone. He was quiet for a moment, and then he laughed - a howl coming up from the bottom of his stomach. He laughed so loud and deep, I shook in my heaven.
Little look to something new I'm writing.
Like what your see so far, "Porcelain Mystery" is what this is from. :)
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