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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Names Blown Past

Really, there’s no need for light. Better to leave the curtain tangled. If that bulge in the middle seems to ripple, call it the wind. If the wind calls, listen. When it skulks by tinged in frost, it cries Mary. Screams Mary.



Honored to be chosen Editor's Pick by Rowan for this challenge : )

14 comments:

  1. Isn't the wind supposed to be called "Mariah"?

    (No, wait, that's a lyric from Oklahoma, sorry). Like the tale!

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    1. Hehe Maybe 'Mariah' will be part two? Glad you liked it, thanks!

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  2. Cool take on the prompt! Good one, Kymm.

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  3. That was kind of eerie. And creepy. I loved it!

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    1. Oh, nice. Not my specialty, so I'm really glad to hear that. Thanks for the love, Tina!!

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    1. So glad you liked it, Ruby, thank you!

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  5. Are you channeling your inner Hendrix? If not I totally did! :) Great way to end your piece. I love the tone you set. You definitely had me at the first two sentences.

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    1. Hehe Absolutely!
      Such nice feedback. Thanks for the love, Jen!

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    2. I knew it! tee hee Congrats for the editor pick!

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    3. : ) : ) Thanks again, Jen! (love that tee hee : )

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  6. I love this! It has a sort of fear-of-monsters-under-the-bed (or, you know, behind the curtain) thing happening, mixed with Hendrix, kind of like the narrator is singing a tune to take his/her mind off the fear.

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    1. So glad to hear this. I wasn't sure if she was trying to ward fear off or call it in...
      Thanks for the love, SL!

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