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.
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Isn't the wind supposed to be called "Mariah"?
ReplyDelete(No, wait, that's a lyric from Oklahoma, sorry). Like the tale!
Hehe Maybe 'Mariah' will be part two? Glad you liked it, thanks!
DeleteCool take on the prompt! Good one, Kymm.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan!
DeleteThat was kind of eerie. And creepy. I loved it!
ReplyDeleteOh, nice. Not my specialty, so I'm really glad to hear that. Thanks for the love, Tina!!
DeleteI like the twist at the end.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you liked it, Ruby, thank you!
DeleteAre 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.
ReplyDeleteHehe Absolutely!
DeleteSuch nice feedback. Thanks for the love, Jen!
I knew it! tee hee Congrats for the editor pick!
Delete: ) : ) Thanks again, Jen! (love that tee hee : )
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear this. I wasn't sure if she was trying to ward fear off or call it in...
DeleteThanks for the love, SL!