gathering stories

Like the light from a fire, piled around her were pages and books, scribbles and stories.  Her face was glowing; her pencil flickered.

On the wall, shadows played out figures.  A mother, shutting the door.  A young boy, poking at a centipede.  Two old men, crying on a bench.   A woman, crumpling a piece of paper in her fist.  A coyote, howling at a car.

Stories swirled around the room, lifting off the pages.  She could not contain their life.

She wrote madly through the night.

song by jónsi

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