When she was a child he told her about their family history-
it was full of adventurers, travelers, romance, Magicians, musicians
and artists.
Her eyes lit up and her spirit reached out and tasted the possibilities
of it all.
All of this history was in her blood waiting to be born, recognized and named.
And then her Father laughed at her excitement and said-
over the grave he had dug for her that day-
” Well you know, light bulbs burn bright before they burn out “
and he left her there
in the dark
to wait for dreamless life to end.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Reinforce
The word play weaved a spell of magic and I was glued to reading every word! 😍 Its sad how bonds corrupt and how ppl seek pleasure in the decay of others these days. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ☺️
I would love to read your work! Thank you for the invitation and the very kind compliment.
Pleasure was all mine and thank you respecting my request, please feel free to explore any of my writings whenever you feel like ☺️🙏