Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘So, what are we doing now?’ She taps on the
skeleton of her aviators as if to remind herself that they’re
still within existence. ‘Are you listening or am I talking to a ghost?’
Moving a few inches towards her ear, I caution that dead hear everything,
‘and they speak if you so happen to want to listen. Besides, what’s the rush?
I traded my breath for a piece of your attention and last I checked, you’re
still on the clock.’ Restless. She swears on her writing hand that
the deed is done, ‘he won’t be a problem. There’s no one
left to touch us.’ Us. Curious assumptions.
This is simply lovely!
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Thank you π
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My pleasure.
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Well articulated!
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You are welcome.
Good night π
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Very nice indeedπ
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Thanks π
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You are welcome π
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Love your writing!β¨
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Thank you for reading it π
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Very metaphoric…
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Extremely evocative. Ended up reading it several times. That trip really did leave its print, you’ve written some of your best work since you’ve been back. Awesome work Jake, keep it up! π
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Thank you very much π
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Your welcome, thanks for all the stimulating and beautiful work you share! ππ½ππ½
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Deep and too the point!
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Thank you π
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