Friday Fictioneers: Infinity gains a host

It might only be 100 words, but you’ve got to really use them well!

Contemplation and revelation lay heavy here, all thoughts of internal conflict and struggle have been relegated to the sidelines as imperfect realisation dawns – there is no going back now.

The memories hang heavy still, fetid even, despite the elusive promise of sunshine, and the quill, once the interpreter, is now the executioner, signalling the end of time and the beginning of eternity. So many moments lost, left behind, vanished. The pulse of life in copperplate integrity, gone forever.

A moment to clutch at nothing and then irrevocable loss; a glimpse of a touch and then Infinity gains a new host


23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Infinity gains a host

  1. Loved the language, enough to ead it twice, and it felt to me that he was writing his will. Then I read some of your answers to comments and I was wrong. Oh well – that’s life – or in this case, death.

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