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The Art of Dying

There’s a certain beauty to life alone.
A certain finesse to the fine art of dying in no ones arms but your own.
I’ve lost count of the seconds slowly rolling into days.
Those things were never ours anyway.
It’s funny …
The noises your mind will come up with to keep time floating in oceans with little salt.
At first you know it’s just the children in your head playing.
Then you begin to doubt as shadows creep out.
Humans can die from any number of ailments …
A common cold to a lightening strike,
Historic rejection or morbid curiosity,
It’s what makes us the same.
At least that’s what they say.
Maybe I relied too much on silence in those days.

My shadows frolic through the roaring break.
They toss their hands to the wind
And dance the steps to heaven.
I don’t imagine they’ll let me live.


Word Count: 147

A write for
What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is St. Helena island. For more information and rules visit the link. To read more stories click the blue froggy below.

Art of Dying is also a song by George Harrison, not really much in common with this piece but still nice to listen to.

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What Pegman Saw – Two Lovers

Mdina’s the silent city. Secrets it keeps, formed in corners and alleyways, hidden beneath the streets.

Pegman wanted to see the catacombs I’m sure, the little guy likes hanging out with dusty memories.

He rounded the corner and what did he find?

Two lovers under cover of shadows.

It was clear, he says, they knew one another though obvious enough they weren’t meant to be pinned against that cathedral wall together.

From what he could gather, the little dude could be a spy, it was her honeymoon but not with that guy.

He was some fly by the seat guitar playin’ hippie you see and she was daddy’s little princess, betrothed to a man of his “heavy influencing”.

She visits the old city in the summers now with a child named Paul. They journey the streets and she talks of memories.

But there’s one she won’t say, out loud anyway.

malta

Word Count: 150

This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, Mdina Malta.