“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.”
Trudging Through Fog
Christine Hanolsy, Author
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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