drabble: Every Book
Trying drabbles as i'm too damn wordy.
Is a true drabble max 100 words in length? Damn, that's hard!
Every Book
After the Towers, he lets them all fall away from him like paper as he moves through time, never returning to re-read their lives. They are still like paper cuts, slicing into him, but he lets wounds scar over; doesn’t poke at them too much if he can help it.
Except her. He can run into the blackness and skirt the edges of black holes, hoping they will suck her memory away, but they never do; several times he nearly dies trying.
He tries all approaches. Seeking out thrills that set his pulse racing. Intoxicating himself, finding delirium in the arms of the cosmos. He seeks company, then solitude. He moves, then he stays still - for as long as he can. It’s no good. She’s still there, ghosting the edges of his memory.
She’s still there in-between the pages of every book he ever reads.
Is a true drabble max 100 words in length? Damn, that's hard!
Every Book
After the Towers, he lets them all fall away from him like paper as he moves through time, never returning to re-read their lives. They are still like paper cuts, slicing into him, but he lets wounds scar over; doesn’t poke at them too much if he can help it.
Except her. He can run into the blackness and skirt the edges of black holes, hoping they will suck her memory away, but they never do; several times he nearly dies trying.
He tries all approaches. Seeking out thrills that set his pulse racing. Intoxicating himself, finding delirium in the arms of the cosmos. He seeks company, then solitude. He moves, then he stays still - for as long as he can. It’s no good. She’s still there, ghosting the edges of his memory.
She’s still there in-between the pages of every book he ever reads.