It was innate to Lucy to keep her inner radar tuned to changes. It was one of Lucy Donovan’s most impressive qualities, one that had served her well since her early childhood.
For Lucy, it was like magic; a sixth sense telling her a change was coming into her life.
Like when she was called in before her parents announced they were getting divorced, and she and her siblings were moving out to a new country together with her mum.
Why, then, her extraordinary radar failed her now? Her life was in danger and there was nothing she could do.
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Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.
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Letters to ada
Letter I – From Layth to Ada Void, beyond the 22nd century My Dearest Ada, Your eyes... velvet that dissolves the last remnants of my coldness. I was an extinguished ember, until your radiance moistened me like a river-child bending over an ancient thirst in my chest. You blinked—and all of Time leaned toward my mouth. A redness upon your lips touched my fissures, and I softened... I, whom stones never softened. Your iris was my window and my mirror: a core that illuminates and desiccates what remained of my cold soul. I whisper to you a gesture of containment, and I dissolve in Time, even though I was frozen beneath the anesthesia of heavy smoke from a cigarette that keeps the night awake in my blood. I hid a poet in an old box—I feared that if he saw you, the world around me would be disturbed... but your wide lashes excavated the box and awakened what had died before you. You approached... and in the silence of night you were like a thread of light passing over my heart. I saw sorrow wrapped around your white shawl, its yellowness faded as if traces of a day that continued to extinguish. I said to you in a whisper, my voice sagging between fear and wonder: Will you entwine your hand in mine, and shall we slip together to the bottom of Time... without fear? You smiled, and the universe slackened around me, as if the warmth of your fingers was all that remained of the world. And you were asking in silence: “Where is your place within my embrace?” And I, in whose throat the sword of silence had been planted, found myself choosing you before I could speak. Black were your eyes, yet they kindled a daylight within me. And for the first time... O you of the two eyes, I felt that I was luminous.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Oh, no!
Great tension! I love how you build on Lucy’s instinctive radar—makes her current vulnerability even more intense. Excellent Drabble!
Excellent Drabble. I’ve wanted to write one for ages… maybe one day. The few times I’ve tried, I go too wound up & went over the word count.
If this was a prologue to a book, I would set everything else aside so I could read the rest of it. This was a fantastic Drabble. Sets the scene perfectly and leaves you wanting to know more. Brill.
So much anticipation and tension in this Drabble, Susan!
Sometimes we don't get it right, but we find ways to deal with it. Excellent thoughts
Hmmm, I wonder why too. Loved your drabble!
Women have this special thing called intuition. It's dangerous to live without intuition.