Sweep it off the table like those small, twisted up pieces of eraser that always end up on the underside of your socks. An orange glow starts to bleed from the streetlight, over the side of the road and down the steps into your darkness; it doesn’t apologise for interrupting the early night. Ginger, rose and cardamom are filtered through warm air and steam. A small red toy car left abandoned among dust and dead flies so you reach over to save it from a life of silence and realise that could have been you, sitting and waiting for a hand larger than your own to come and pluck you from shadow.
Your writing is stunning < 3. I love the idea of darkness as the creature tugging at your hems. I have definitely felt that kind of feeling in the earliest mornings and you painted it beautifully.
Hello Ella! See where your inspiring book has led me :)
https://cornersofthemind.substack.com/p/the-tsundoku-effect
Thank you!
Your writing is stunning < 3. I love the idea of darkness as the creature tugging at your hems. I have definitely felt that kind of feeling in the earliest mornings and you painted it beautifully.