“The only certainty here is this: We were at risk and I didn’t see it.”
How I love this sentence. It feels like a threshold, a held breath, a moment of clarity before entering the house you know is yours but are unsure of the layout of the rooms, or who you’ll see on the other side of the door.
Still behind on my reading, dear Mary, but I’m spellbound. Thank you for this beautiful story.
Oof, the longing in this chapter is deep. That and the power of the imagination—how it can be a torture even. Beautiful, profound writing as always, Mary.
Ah the emptiness! The fools death! Loved seeing a peek into Robert’s existence at the top of this chapter, and how is orderly way is in such contrast to his almost manic, vivid imaginings. He’s quite a conundrum. So much depth in this piece, I need to go back and read it again so I can savor all your bread crumbs!
What a lyrical passage on longing and desire. "On a city street when she was a mere shadow, blocks away, I knew her." And still you maintain the suspense, the risk in Robert and Lena's relationship, in Isaac's presence, real or imagined, on the balcony. Great stuff!
“The only certainty here is this: We were at risk and I didn’t see it.”
How I love this sentence. It feels like a threshold, a held breath, a moment of clarity before entering the house you know is yours but are unsure of the layout of the rooms, or who you’ll see on the other side of the door.
Still behind on my reading, dear Mary, but I’m spellbound. Thank you for this beautiful story.
So much to read, so little time. But glad to be among those that matter to you, Mary. Thank you for the kind words.
You matter deeply to me, Mary. xo
Oof, the longing in this chapter is deep. That and the power of the imagination—how it can be a torture even. Beautiful, profound writing as always, Mary.
What a lovely, meaningful comment, Holly. Thank you so much, lovely, for reading and commenting: Means so much.
Beautiful writing, Mary and I love what you do with the colour blue. The Socrates conversation was delightful, too!
Ah that blue. Lovely to have you, brilliant writer Jeffrey, as a reader.
Ah the emptiness! The fools death! Loved seeing a peek into Robert’s existence at the top of this chapter, and how is orderly way is in such contrast to his almost manic, vivid imaginings. He’s quite a conundrum. So much depth in this piece, I need to go back and read it again so I can savor all your bread crumbs!
What a reader you are, dear Kimberly!
What a lyrical passage on longing and desire. "On a city street when she was a mere shadow, blocks away, I knew her." And still you maintain the suspense, the risk in Robert and Lena's relationship, in Isaac's presence, real or imagined, on the balcony. Great stuff!
Your words mean so much. I thank you from my heart to yours, Del.
Fools die for want of heart…I love this phrase. ❤️
Ah ...thank you.