Sepia

Her feline glamour accentuated the nighttime glow in her sepia eyes; the glimmer wrestled attention spans like crippled limbs unable to hold their own away. Her witch’s cackle sounded in an angelic pitch, softening bricked hearts into putty to be molded into her face. The distant moon peered down at her, full, longing to bathe her in light.

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6 comments so far

  1. Mark on

    Wow! I like this….

    Nicely done.

  2. thommyg on

    Deep and mysterious. I like.

  3. Tumblewords on

    Nice, as always. The oppositions play well upon one another!

  4. andy sewina. on

    Phew, my cat goes crazy at full moon!

  5. Linda Jacobs on

    Love this line: softening bricked hearts into putty

    Very original!

  6. Michelle Johnson on

    I can see a fantasy story coming out of this ff, so clearly. Does Neil Gaiman ring a bell?


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