BRIGIT'S FLAME WEEK 2 ENTRY SEPT-- ETERNAL

[augustday1]

Death is Eternal

Death is Eternal

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Spadacinno’s Funeral Home.

The words were blurred, but they were profound.

The sign, a morbid workplace joke, hung over the morgue freezer door.

He groaned loudly and tried to turn on to his side, he could not.

I’m alive!

He needed someone to address that fact ASAP. He’d shout it if he could

but at the

Comments

[augustday1]

Great, what a relief! I wasn't sure how it would read to someone else. You know--when I write I try not to mess with what comes through too much.And we've talked about you're right in the middle your story and everything is being played out before you. My experience is more like I'm fed a tiny piece, one I have to use, and than another, and so on.Kinda like picking up stones and putting them my basket. And then I've got to thread them together no matter if they're related or not. Once I get a into a certain flow I jump in and the threads come together. And of course I've got to cut some threads away. And you know, when you're done, you're eyeing the thing you made and sayin--ooh that's kinda nice. But you just don't know if another person will see the beauty you see in it. Cuz it's your baby, and you love it. Thanks Bia, for this wonderful review. It made me feel really good. To know someone else, even it's in just you and me, thinks my baby came out okay. I love that you called Tilt an 'idiot'. You got his number.

I'm looking forward to reading your entry this weekend. Wonder where you're takin' me this time?