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At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part #12 Behind Every Lining Is a Cloud

BEHIND EVERY LINING IS A CLOUD

There’s timid drumming on the windowpane … I unlatch and slide open the window on the night’s dark eye and its full-blown moon that’s bone white … and there is nothing … no one.

But the tapping continues – a thin sound, like the clangour of an old world battle coming through the thinness of the mirror, and as I place my hand on its silvery surface …

… a clouded reflection of a man’s open palm appears from the opposite side of the glass.

“For the love of Nyx, Brigid, take my hand, so I can come through.”

It’s the voice of a squally storm and rising water, an engagement with delirium, and I pull my hand away but not before he twists his fingers around mine.

“Hey ya,” smiles Connor and with a shake of his head, ash and frost fall from his hair, “It’s as hot as hell in here,” he says.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story, include the word engagement. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.