The Friar loved the wavering nature of day. Sweeping sunsets so expansive that they spill from the edges of their easel. A skyline so basked in resplendent orange that no man or god could prepare a sonnet to fully describe its lustre. The fading light that swells with the passion of fire and then solemnly … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Forgetful Friar
Month: December 2022
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4
Amalie…Amalie! Light returned in a concussion of noise, confused vision crackling to life behind tired eyelids. The wavering talk of people close by was muffled and made Amelie feel as though among friends. There was laughter; smells of lamp oil and frying fat intertwined with the humid air; a vague sweetness settled underneath her awakening … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 4
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 3
The Port was a small cut of land. A single street of roughly hewn timber and dark tile. Brick chimneys lain on occasional rooftop and standing in contrast to a place built more from necessity than comfort. Lining the snow-covered road where a row of steps, haggard and worn. They lead into each house and … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 3
A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 2
She hadn't slept. A grey light washed its way onto the frigid shores of port as the fragmented voice still lingered just beyond the edges of static. Every radio was alive with noise, twelve channels open, the switch unattended and scanning freely. Every patch bay was full, every speaker had been plugged in and was … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 2
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