Sutures #Short Prose #Flash Fiction

 

“Oh, the four of you at that time!

Like the confluence of four deep, unsettled seas tied together into a magnificent enormous drape of spume; feelings suturing earth and sky like stitches suturing wounds; small fragments of fiction scribbled on paper; books of poetry resonating in the dark like cords of mandolins under the fingers of rejected lovers; fragile withered roses kept forever like relics in a church; the smell of fresh painted canvases mixed with that of salt water.

Any relation with the outside world severed.

That was the reality born out of your fantasy, Clara.”

I was in tears

“Angelo, I know of no other reality but my fantasy.”

 

Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”
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68 thoughts on “Sutures #Short Prose #Flash Fiction

    1. Thank you so much, Ash! I am so glad you liked it! Is it cold in The True North strong and free?

       
  1. Good afternoon (I think). G, it has been a while since you graced us with an excerpt. Wonderful. As always. I believe that is only the way you can write.

    That last curious line (reality/fantasy) leaves us craving so much more (like a decadent dessert after a perfect dinner) .

     
    1. Good afternoon, Drew. I think 🙂 No, I’m not where you are 🙂

      Thank you for being so sweet. Your wonderful words fill my heart with joy.

      “I believe that is only the way you can write.” Oh, I can surprise, Drew. However, not now 🙂

      Enjoy the rest of your weekend and make it fabulous!

       
      1. Drew, I don’t go to the grocery store with lists 🙂 Well, sure .. one day.. LOL

        Take care! Be happy!

         
      2. “perfect” Nobody has ever used this word to describe me. LOL.

        Need an aspirin? 🙂

         
    1. Ah, my dear, you made the stars shine brighter in my little world.

      Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am really humbled by your comment.

      Love and blessing to you, sweetheart!

       
  2. Yay! More from Glass Lovers. With so many beautiful images strung together in so artful a fashion, this could just as easily be a prose poem as a flash fiction. I love that poetry with associated music in this piece; it speaks to the rhythmic, lyrical quality of the genre so nicely.

     
    1. Hey David. Happy to hear from you 🙂

      Thank you so much for your comment. I am stunned by its beauty and humbled by your generosity.

      I will never make it like Borges, but …

      Thank you again from the bottom of my heart.
      Have a lovely weekend!

       
      1. David, I just so your new post in the reader. Can’t wait to read it when I get home 😊

         
    1. Did I explain the difference between the two? I do not know, my dear. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and for your comment 🙂

       
  3. Wow!!! I never, ever fail to be amazed at the sheer beauty of your writing, like luxurious satin I just want to wrap myself in every word of this. I’m trying to pick a favorite line and it is so difficult. I love the theme of fabrics and threads, vast fragments of the world tied together.

    “feelings suturing earth and sky like stitches suturing wounds;”

    This alone…
    then

    “books of poetry resonating in the dark like cords of mandolins under the fingers of rejected lovers”

    Sigh…

    “fragile withered roses kept forever like relics in a church;”

    “the smell of fresh painted canvases mixed with that of salt water.”

    You have such immense talent.

    Have a beautiful weekend dear G xoxo

     
    1. Thank you so much, my dearest R. Ah, I am so happy your liked this. I Don’t feel well today and your words are like a warm breeze.
      sending you lots of love and hugs.
      G.

       
      1. Oh G, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I’d bring you some fresh flowers, a selection of herbal teas, and whatever comfort food you like. What comfort food do you like?
        Love and hugs to you too.

         
      2. Oh!!! Thank you! Do you know, there are boxed chocolates here called ‘Roses’ They have assorted centres. I’m a sucker for the strawberry cream, coffee flavored and anything with dark chocolate…

        Plus I like the actual flowers too.

        So, thank you Gabriela. Be well dear friend. I wish I could sit with you and make you tea.
        R xoxo

         
      3. Ahhh I wish I could send them to you G. I will, on the current of my imagination. My mother gave me a box of those for Christmas every single year of my life.

         

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