He didn’t miss her all the time, not anymore. Like the severed fingers of his right hand, she was gone. But also like his fingers, he would sometimes experience pain where she used to be. It would be sudden. A sharp burst of sensation in empty space that made him gasp, and shake his head in confusion. Doing violence to his normal life.
It was a good prompt but a tough one to write. I kept thinking *Pullman was onto something when he finished the trilogy before explaining what 'Republic of Heaven' really meant.*
Hopefully it was ok for a pinch, I have to confess I didn't have time to re-read the books, but they made a big impression on me the first time around.
BTW, I read the WW post-holocaust thing you wrote. It was great. I mean really great. Visceral, personal and tragic. The grief of a community shown through one of its brightest sparks grappling with his dark inheritance.
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Wow. This was heartbreaking.
Thank you. So much. For this.
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It was a good prompt but a tough one to write. I kept thinking *Pullman was onto something when he finished the trilogy before explaining what 'Republic of Heaven' really meant.*
Hopefully it was ok for a pinch, I have to confess I didn't have time to re-read the books, but they made a big impression on me the first time around.
BTW, I read the WW post-holocaust thing you wrote. It was great. I mean really great. Visceral, personal and tragic. The grief of a community shown through one of its brightest sparks grappling with his dark inheritance.
Poignant as all get out.
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