Antique Books & Parchment
so that she could stay happy
He loved the way she would absent-mindedly bite the end of her quill in concentration only to splutter quietly the moment the feathers touched her tongue. He always pretended to not see.
He loved the way she spoke, rambling yet purposeful and every word mattered.
He loved the way she always smelled like Nadia—a unique combination of ink, parchment, and antique books.
He could speak about her for days, write endless novels. He loved her...
and yet he would remain quiet about that fact until the day he died so that she could stay happy with someone else.
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Packs a great punch, excellent character development for such a short space.
Oh! So tender yet so bittersweet. Perhaps in their next life they will be together 💔💖
Exquisite ❤️
Damn, that’s good
This so well done. One of the best I have read. You have a new subscriber.
Oh so deep for a micro-fiction. I honestly thought I was reading poetry until I saw the tag for "microfiction."