Creating just for the pleasure of the creation, like observing the chrysalis turning into a butterfly. Not as confrontation, not as a fight against the system, not as a messiah, not looking for a father, but like the waves, the colour of mercury, invading the surface of a sacred lake; like clouds climbing a hillside just before nightfall; like a sail billowing in a gentle breeze; like curtains dancing over the terracotta floor of an ancient Roman villa; like the first leaf of a citrus tree stretching like a child after a long sleep; like the gaze of a Madonna painted by Murillo, like a pebble crossed by a white vein; like those forms, sometimes hidden in objects that, seeing them, make us feel we have reached a destination; like a Tai-chi practitioner who steps off the stage in a foreign country and whose eyes travel through the crowd stopping in yours saying goodbye in an instant, so brief, that it is difficult to grasp. Like the gesture of a hand withdrawing a tear in the darkness of a movie theatre. Like a clean, tidy home.
Author's note: inspired by Wise enough (Lamb)
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Mind the Gap (by Noor Lung) English
General FictionMind the Gap is a collection of fiction short stories. They vary in style, themes, tone, characters and length. The aim is to provide a different lens colour to look to reality. It's also the sandbox where I tried different voices, where I experimen...