It was winter. A manifesto was being written. The letters were closely knit to each other, but couldn’t feel each other’s warmth. One night they crept out of the cold castle, to search for fire in a distant forest. They never wanted to be found; only a warm heart could find them. Steadily they moved along the thick, vast sheet of snow, as though they were being guided by a compass. The stars watched intently.
Sue Clayton
17/7/2020 07:54:41 am
Let's hope the letters found the warmth they sought to write a manifesto approved by the stars. Intriguing tale of a mystical journey, Teddy.
Mary Wallace
17/7/2020 01:47:58 pm
Interesting, would like to complete this journey.
Teddy Kimathi
19/9/2020 09:14:14 am
Hehe, yes. It would be enchanting. Thanks for reading and enjoying my work.
Teddy Kimathi
20/7/2020 10:27:27 am
Hi Sue. Yes, I hope the letters completed their journey safe and sound, with the help of the stars. :) Thank you so much for enjoying my piece!
Rachel Lister
21/7/2020 01:15:20 am
I love this, Teddy - you show, you don't tell, leaving plenty of room for the reader to breathe!
Teddy Kimathi
22/7/2020 02:43:33 pm
Yes, Rachel. I love metaphorical tales, blended with mystery or suspense. Thanks for reading and enjoying my piece! :) Comments are closed.
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