John cocked his head to the left with the slow steady movement of a setting moon, his eyes heavy such to sit like lead upon the wrinkled rolls of his sandbag flesh; the man across the table waited for a response. John stood. Started to say something, as a length of fluttering gauze betrayed a tremble along the side of his aged bronze face. The other man spoke. "You know I'm right."
John's eyes flared as did his gun-bore nostrils. Still, words were lacking and again, the man spoke. "If not for the brotherhood, if not for Tom, if not for Kulmyk, then . . ."
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Your descriptive powers are awesome, quite frankly, my gosh, what a picture you are able to paint in so few words. The gauze fluttering, a Kulmykian (sp?) who has been through the battlefield so to speak, the external injuries mask in a manner that seems intentional the real injuries sustained which are internal. Can't say too much knowing what comes next, can say this, you do these so well! The shorter chapter, the taster, that is. Long, short, every chapter is a fine display of the great skill that you possess. Full on, always. :-)
LOVED this!
"left with the slow steady movement of a setting moon"
"lead upon the wrinkled rolls of his sandbag flesh"
Awesome post :]
Thank you both ladies. I had a window to pen a few paragraphs this afternoon. So, you do what you can. Thank you both for the wonderfully warm comments. :-)
The image of John's head moving slowly like the setting moon reminds me of my own poem 'Solar Eclipse'
I'm LMAO because two people have mentioned the "head moving" metaphor, which IMHO, was the least of this metaphor heavy piece. Goes to show what the heck I know. :-D
Thank you Mona. I'll have to look up your Solar piece. :-)
In my head, I hear the Rolling Stones..'Time Waits for No One"...
Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favours has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me
Men, they build towers to their passing yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating
And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Drink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
No no no, not for me...
((( Trée )))
Not sure why, but you've been on my heart lately. I send my thoughts that you and yours will experience a holiday full of miracles and healing.
May broken bonds be mended, may broken dreams be resurrected, may wishes upon a single star, bring heaven to earth, right where you are.
Love,
Grace
Grace, always a pleasure to see you dropping by. I'm balls to the walls with work, but, as far as I know, good and fine and healthy and all the rest. :-D
Thanks for the well wishes. All the best to you and yours also. Hugs and kisses my friend. :-)
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