Ellipsis

Stones and Flowers by Vic Briggs

“I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

I look up from my tomb of stone and for a time wait in silence for the end to reach me. There are no last words of wisdom, no legacy of letters to offer in exchange for one day more.

As the shadow crumbles into darkness I glimpse an edge of white curved into my palm.

I blink. I blink again. It stays with me.

A flower… My thumb traces its crown as if to reassure itself that it is truly there. So small that it could be a trick of light.

Light? Realisation breaks through.

Not all is lost.

By the Dots

13 thoughts on “Ellipsis

    • I hope that you are well. I didn’t get a chance to catch up with your posts as yet, but it is all on my “to do” list and I will certainly dedicate a day or two to reading alone: very much looking forward to it.

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    • It is a fascinating novel, is it not? A woman that is already dead at the beginning of the story, is nonetheless alive to the reader and burns bright throughout the narrative, while the narrator herself is almost insubstantial in her identity, so much so that we never find out so much as her name. I loved the novel and could not believe how late I discovered it!

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