Before Fate Takes Every Thing Away
Contributed by
Andrew Cheverton on 14/12/09
She woke, the phrase repeating in her head.
Because the street.
It was not difficult to remember Jason, even after he died. Twists of metal, and blood, and that sharp acrid smell before the flame. Because the street, she thinks, remembering. But nothing comes. Nothing at all.
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If she could walk in mist, she would. If she could walk, and run and run, and the mist could get deeper and darker, and cool upon her skin – if it could envelop her like a dream – then she would walk and never wake.
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georgelondon
Walking without waking. Nice.
(I feel change, and I am feeling very pleasant for it.)
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Rivka Jacobs
Another brilliant, short piece. Your stories are gemstones, as I’ve said before. You are able to use the briefest lines, prose that is almost poetry, to limn the deepest human emotions. Here you leave out almost nothing, even though it seems there is almost no information available. This is everything we need to know about this woman, and her loss, and her pain — her current state.
Thank you so much for giving us such great writing each week, Andrew. I hope you’ll return to Elephant Words asap.
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Nicolas Papaconstantinou
I think Men Deodorant said it better than I ever could, sir. Lovely work, Mr Cheverton – as always, a pleasure!
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