It has been a lonely life – says the unusual tombstone.
He places a bouquet on the grave – not of fresh flowers, but gilt-edged roses.
“This is what you chose – artificial beauty frozen in glass. Rawness of emotions was what you could never stand, my intellectual princess! It was for the hoi-polloi – here today, gone tomorrow. Freshness is always a transitory state , but you missed the point.”
A soul turned, but it was not alone this time around.
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Illusions of detachment and artifice are just that. In the end, our lives are just as transitory, we’re a part of it all and can’t stand above. What an interesting take on the prompt
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Thanks! Death is a greater leveller than life.
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“A soul turned…” You get the feeling the dead are listening in this piece, and for once, the living are wiser. Hopefully she is not turning over in her grave, that is, appalled, at what her visitor has observed about her transitory, cold, detached life.
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It can be a realization, a change …… though I would like to leave interpretations to the reader.
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Interesting take on the prompt. Nice piece, Reena!
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Thank you, Brenda!
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I liked ‘ freshness is the transitory state…’
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Yes. After a while, it becomes stale.
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To give space to another fresh one.
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Agree
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Nice take.
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This is very intriguing!
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Thanks, Lisa!
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How sad that she missed the raw, messy parts of life in her effort to live above all that. Nice one, Reena.
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Thank you, Linda!
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