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He couldn’t bring himself to tell her.
Instead he left breadcrumbs. Glowing pebbles on a midnight road.
Receipts. ‘Forgotten’ notes. His boots in the garage, muddy though the yard was not.
Liminal clues in hope she ask him where he goes …
Refugees sheltering in the woods.
Perhaps she already knows.
The mud this morning on her shoes.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Liminal in 57 words
Wonderful, Na’ama
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Thank you, John! ๐
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Oh that’s really… otherworldly, I can think of no other term for it.
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Oh … wow! I don’t think I had “otherwordly” in my sights, as much as I thought of possible history and very possible current realities … but comes to show that words are what they are for the reader – and that is what matters!
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And at a suitable cue, a reader’s mind might wander off into inner space
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Yep! That be true!
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This was fantastic, Na’ama!
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๐ Thank you, my friend!! ๐ So glad you liked it!
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Very much so.
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๐ Yay!
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Lots of subtle clues here and there. Love it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
mine is here. ๐ https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/11/09/weekend-writing-prompt-liminal/
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Thank you, Rochelle! ๐
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So good I read it thrice! Wonderful wordplay Na’ama.
Here are my 57!
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Yay, Keith! Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it!
Off to read your 57!
Na’ama
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