Wheeling Gull Isle slender capes of red and chrome.
Hushed Willows
the weeping prophet
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Desolation followed in his wake.

He should never have come here.

His own voice faltered to the crashing of the waves. Abel, Abel! The chorus rung freely, saying more between the words than had yet been said aloud.

Abel was gone.

Everett found Ava walking in her silence, staring out -- beyond. His eyes touched the night spun girl.

Abel Abel Abel

Rose

Rose.

And at the edges of darkness, fire frayed his vision. Then he blinked, and it was gone. Only the sea, the sand, and little Ava remained. The fire, contained to the glow of sunset off the distant sea.

Ava, his hoarse voice hushed for her so she would not be startled.
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slender capes of red and chrome. - by Ava Amara - September 12, 2023, 06:15 PM
RE: slender capes of red and chrome. - by Everett - September 13, 2023, 02:41 PM
RE: slender capes of red and chrome. - by Anathema - September 16, 2023, 10:20 PM
RE: slender capes of red and chrome. - by Ava Amara - September 21, 2023, 10:23 AM