The silence weighed heavy, the break in communication punctuated only by the ticking of the great mahogany clock.
“Speak to me,” he whispered. “What is it that you need to tell me?”
She looked at him, pale and beautiful as always, her eyes open wide, pleading for understanding.
The dead cannot speak.
For Sacha’s 52 word challenge
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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That was the idea with this prompt 🙂
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Oh I see.
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Very well written, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie. I like the constraints of flash and microfiction.
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Haunting, Sue!
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Thanks, Diana.
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Ooooh, that packed a punch, Sue! 🙂
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With 52 words you can’t be too subtle 😉
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Too true! 🙂
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