Apocalypse happens so often.
All that one knows about a person falls apart, displaying a weaker or indifferent or sinister side. It makes people look like fools in their own eyes.
Her pulse is feeble, and probably she is losing her hearing power. A voice seems to come from afar, but emanates from a white shadow on the bedside.
“How are you feeling, Miss Jones?”
“All those sharp lines and angles are blurring. The bright colors on my paintings are fading and I never diluted colors.”
“Can you read the sign in front of you?”
“Yes. The end is near.”
Oh WOW!
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Thank you, Dee!
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Well written. Loved the line, “never diluted colours.”
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Thank you, Susan!
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Great word play Reena, very atmospheric
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Thank you so much, Michael!
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Life blurs as we age. Beautiful story.
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Thank you, Brenda!
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I love the wordplay in your story, Reena.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Powerful and very well written, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Sascha!
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Ebbing away, the end is indeed nigh, the shapes dissolving into colours, then light and then ultimately darkness. Nothing more. Like it
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I love how you described it. Thanks!
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Killer writing!. The first line and the last are magnificent! Perfect “bookends” for this piece.
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Thank you! I will remember this concept of bookends for a piece. Value-adding comment!
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The opening line is so powerful! Great piece of writing.
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Thanks for reading and appreciating!
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The receding quality of the barn pictures this person’s receding length of life perfectly. Well done.
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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She knows it’s near but knows not when. Beautifully written Reena,
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Thank you, Keith!
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Very well written!
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Reena.
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Hauntingly good.
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Thank you, Sandra!
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Ominous. I like the rhythm.
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Thank you so much!
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We all suffer our own personal apocalypses all the time. It’s all a matter of perspective.
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I agree. Thanks, Iain!
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This happens during old age or sickness.
The last line is true for all.
We never know how near is the end though.
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Thank you, Anita!
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The image of dilution is so evocative, capturing the dissolution so well
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Thank you, Neil!
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