He knows better than to question this embrace. After traveling together for so long, under such circumstances, and now way past midnight, and the night so cold, and the stars so bright, it's natural, given who he really is--- that she should fall into his arms. And be there to catch her. He watches his breath rise up in clouds. Can almost hear her heartbeat. He looks up, sees fake potted ferns, and red silk rosebushes in the lobby. And further inside, the bright entrance to the gift shop. The visitor's desk. Deserted. A ghost town. It's time to let her go.
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Two pov in such a small piece and it works so well. Good piece. *
You put me right there.*
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Wow, layers, tension, mystery... all in such a short bit of time. Nice work, Lil... *
Strong visual movement in the second half. Nice work, Lillian. Big like.
The parallel and patterned phrases reflect the relationship. Watch it deteriorate. This piece is meaningfully rhythmic.
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Letting go. Easier said than done, but essential, is it not so? *
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Good one! Understated and nuanced. Images like snapshots. *
Great capture of THAT moment.*
Great opening line.