Accord February 6, 2019 “I will go, if you ask it.” The lantern is turned down low. Its dim light pools on the table, glints off the brandy glass dangling from your fingers. I wish I could see your face. “No.” Your voice drifts out of the shadows, gentle as rain. “Stay.” Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading...
Laissez Faire says: February 7, 2019 at 5:59 pm Reply The low light really enhances the anxiety the speaker is feeling in waiting for an answer. LikeLike
optimisticauthor10 says: February 7, 2019 at 4:04 pm Reply haunting and beautiful. you placed me in the moment. LikeLike
innatejames says: February 7, 2019 at 10:19 am Reply Love how all of the weight in this scene rests on “I wish I could see your face.” LikeLiked by 1 person
jawilcox711 says: February 7, 2019 at 8:12 am Reply I agree with Stacie! This is so poetic and beautiful! LikeLiked by 1 person
Stacie says: February 7, 2019 at 5:53 am Reply Your micros are always so poetic and this is no exception! LikeLiked by 1 person
The low light really enhances the anxiety the speaker is feeling in waiting for an answer.
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haunting and beautiful. you placed me in the moment.
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Love how all of the weight in this scene rests on “I wish I could see your face.”
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I agree with Stacie! This is so poetic and beautiful!
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Your micros are always so poetic and this is no exception!
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