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Mary Beth W., 04 Nov '12

The room was silent, the darkness steady. A man lay quietly in his bed, eyes closed but not moving, mind slow but not dreaming. He was in a half state of slumber, that strange world between living and death, dreams and reality.

On the closed lids of his eyes, like a painter's canvas or a blank movie screen, a scene played out. The man holding the hand of a beautiful girl, her coppery hair glittering in the last of the evening light. She was crying, her tears so full of beauty and pain that the man felt his heart break, but not for the first time. The man sighed, his chest rising up with breath and out with remorse.

"Oh Jenny," the man whispered into the darkened air, his voice thick and gravelly with anguish, "oh Jenny, what have I done?"

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  • Anthony Blackshaw said...

    Wonderful line - "On the closed lids of his eyes, like a painter's canvas or a blank movie screen, a scene played out."

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Mary Beth W. said...

    Thanks so much @Anthony Blackshaw! I like that line myself ^^

    • Posted 6 years ago