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[keppiehed]

Title: The Blinding Brightness
Author: keppiehed
Word Count: 484
Prompt: this pic: here and "glare"
A/N: Written for Musemuggers, Challenge #538, Option # 2 and brigits_flame

I’m reading a book about dying. It reminds me of you, although I didn’t choose it for that reason. I thought it was going to be a mystery, or maybe a thriller. The cover was blue and the title was cryptic

Comments

[donnickcottage]

Bliss. This is beautiful. " I watch you pick at your nails, an old habit that I find suddenly endearing" I love detail like that. Sign of a great writer being set free.

[bardiphouka]

The concept that the dead would have a distinct memory above all else I find intriguing. As well as going through my own memories.

As for the writing, you continue to grow, which as a reader makes me glad.

[missflyer]

Beautiful. A last, stolen moment together, and a memory that transcends it all.

Thanks for sharing :)

[keppiehed]

Thank you! I'm so glad to know that you liked it.

[bluegerl]

That nose-wiping... so explicit and real. I do it. ugh - and I weep often! This is full of those teeeny moments that happen. A voice comes alive in you, just for a moment, reminding you that once... once upon a time....

And I am SURE we have memories after we're dead. What are memories for but to become our full suitcases when we take off?

My Gran when asked what Heaven was, told me that it was the places where we go where we were happiest. Lots of places. I think that's a lovely thort.

[keppiehed]

This was just a little short one; a bit melodramatic! But I did rather like the little details that connect us all--like that I KNOW we all wipe our nose like that! :D

And of course our memories remain after we are gone. If there is one thing I am sure of, it's that the good things we have done are the most real thing about this place.

[jlly_coppercorn]

It was beautifully written. I like how the story starts, with the words as dry as wood stacking up.

And reaching out for their hand. I can't tell you how many times in the first year after my dad passed I woke myself up reaching for his hand.

[keppiehed]

That made me tear up. That is a fond remembrance of your dad to share. *hugs* Thank you.