'Ello Scrawlers,
I have here our optional prompt for Week Four. Feel free to post something for Week Three up through this evening, but we're officially into our fourth week starting now ~ so those who already posted last week may fire when ready.
I could actually see and hear my tears dripping down into the white pool of moonlight, where they were sucked in as if they had always been part of the light. As they fell, the tears caught the light of the moon and sparkled like beautiful crystals. Then I noticed that my shadow was crying, too, shedding clear, shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-up Bird? They're nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts. Or maybe not. It struck me then that the tears my shadow was shedding might be the real thing, and the tears that I was shedding were just shadows.
(Source: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami)
This week's prompt was suggested by me; if anyone has anything new to submit for a future prompt, please feel free to do so over at the
Prompt Suggestion Post.
Happy writing!