A drabble written for a Pen of the Damned photo-prompt. For this piece, I am both photographer and word twister… 😉
Good Grace
The metamorphosis begins with the lick of first dew. As Mother’s milk rains down, do we not feel the fracture, the impending breach; do we not begin to break under her ever present gaze? To hold fast we strive, yet a fool’s errand that. Mother will have her way, with rod or lash; we will obey. Extruded beyond time, a limit reached, one gives way with a whispered screech of banshees yet unheard. For as the coil rips asunder, so does the edge tip; the ferry no longer granting safe passage, we no longer the guardians in Mother’s good grace.
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June 30th, 2016 at 3:54 pm
Quite chilling and provocative!
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July 1st, 2016 at 2:34 pm
Thank you, Jonathan! 😀
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July 1st, 2016 at 11:17 am
Perfect fun for the kiddies. 🙂 Love your prose and your photography. At first glance, I thought it was a log of bologna. LOL
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July 1st, 2016 at 2:32 pm
Thank you, Hunter! Nope – that’s no bologna… or log! lol 😉
*humming to myself ‘It’s log, log, it’s better than bad, it’s good! Everyone wants a log!’*
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July 1st, 2016 at 10:44 pm
Amy made me my own log and gave it to me for Christmas back in the Ren and Stimpy g0lden years.
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July 4th, 2016 at 9:47 am
That’s awesome!! Everyone needs a log! 😉
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August 30th, 2016 at 2:18 pm
Dark and foreboding, as usual 🙂
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August 31st, 2016 at 12:29 pm
Thanks! Dark and foreboding are wonderful things (in dark fiction)!! 🙂
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