Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Requiem For a Muse

Reluctantly, I pluck you out of my mind's labyrinth, put you in a burial ship. Watch it float, aflame, while my orchestra plays a funeral dirge.
And hope I won't turn up at the wake to find you there, drinking. As I might not be above necrophilia where you're concerned.

50-word-story by Lisa Falzon


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