A hollow white streak pierced the lone glassy obsidian sphere. Inspiration lagged, defying
limitless options. What purpose? What message? Or concept? Another time, in another mind, the
manifestation would appear. But now, the depth of the glossy black equaled the stagnated
innovation. No epiphany rescued. Absent craving tormented. Meaninglessness reigned. The void
expanded and enveloped, created nothing from more. Apathy thwarted as distinctly as the point
of the unthreaded needle without a goal.
PAULINE DUCHESNEAU’s writings of various sorts have appeared in Dime Show Review, Pilcrow & Dagger, Adelaide, Riggwelter, and Rosette Maleficarum, among others. Her first novel of magical realism seeks its final draft. Pauline heaps loads of thanks on her supportive wife and their ever patient beagle.
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