Little Thoughts

by paperhearts

Her Hoard (Smolder, Ocellus)

Her hoard is radiant; the scalding fragility of the sun and the diamond-hazed mystery of the moon, both cajoling for her reflection.

Her hoard is unyielding; individual pieces that slip and slide, feigning uncertainty, but which nevertheless work as one to smother and surround her, shielding her from the world outside.

Her hoard is gentle; malleable shapes and sounds, a twinkle like laughter, a glimmer like a confession.

Her hoard is beyond time; memories fading into images and sensations, the promises of echoes yet to find their origin. All beneath the skin. All nurturing.

Her hoard is beyond space; an expanse of riches that could bury the world a thousand times over, and yet which has somehow found home in a pair of eyes.

And when those eyes blink, Smolder gets to experience her hoard all over again.

Author's Note:

Looking into the eyes of the one you love and seeing in them everything you have ever, or could ever, want or need.

Comments

[Ice Star]

For scrapped stories and vignettes, these are incredibly polished.

[paperhearts]

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Thank you for the kind words! I guess they've all still gone through a degree of polishing; I treat my flash fiction the same as I treat larger work (a lot of tinkering and procrastination), but the cut stuff is definitely a little more rough than I would usually be happy with.

[semillon]

Your prose is always so incredibly evocative and tender, paperhearts.

[paperhearts]

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And your comments are always so kind and generous. Thanks! I appreciate you coming back here to read my stuff.

[Ice Star]

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Well, I certainly look forward to more snippets.