Maeve Heumann
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My voice has often been remarked as melodic and comforting, yet sharp in its articulation. Whether verbal or penned, words can be composed into symphonies of meaning that can reach the most hearts.
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The Blank Miracle
Blushing pools of dust-filtered sun spilt upon the tiled floor as Evie locked the plexiglass door of the café. She cast her limpid gaze across the jumble of stools, deeming the space worthy of a sweeping. Brushing aside a blond curl that had escaped her scrunchie’s hold, she swerved her aproned hips around the counter to grab the cherry-red handle of the broom. While weaving herself between tables, her eyes snagged suddenly on a reflective patch of brown against the peplum wallpaper. Drawing closer, she scraped back the stool to wedge out a small leather briefcase.
By Maeve Heumann5 years ago in Futurism
