Thoughts on writing as craft and as art... and the madman who attempts to live this way....
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Fire and ice
Sweet fire smoothed the ice before him burning and freezing his arm . He snatched it back sucking In his breath with a barely suppressed moan. He could see her on the other side. She was not looking at him, her eyes focussed to the left at something he could not see. 'Liliana?'. He spoke her name quietly, with a tentative smile. She did not react. He spoke loudly this time, 'Liliana!'. Nothing. Twenty minutes passed and suddenly she noticed him and smiled, smiled the old smile. For a moment the fire died down
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