Anybody who wanted to escape death could, by paying a very simple price--denial of life!
y explosion of dust and a zing like that of the watch, only louder. A moment later it swung open wide and a puff of incredibly fresh air caressed her face and the inside of her nostrils, stinging her eyes with unanticipated tears.
The man outside balanced on the sill, crouching like a faun, head high, one elbow on knee. He was dressed in scarred, snug trousers and an old sweater.
"Is it tears I get for a welcome?" he mocked her gently in a musical voice. "Or are those only to greet God's own breath, the air?"
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He swung down inside and now she could see he was tall. Turning, he snapped his fingers and called, "Come, puss."
A black cat with a twisted stump of a tail and feet like small boxing gloves and ears almost as big as rabbits' hopped clumsily in view. He lifted it down, gave it a pat. Then, nodding familiarly to Effie, he unstrapped a little pack from his back and laid it on the table.
She couldn't move. She even found it hard to breathe.
I\'m not sure why the other reviewers are giving such high ratings. This is an OK story, but nothing great about it. The characters are a melodramatic.
It\'s a bit difficult to say anything about this story without saying too much and giving it away. Go ahead and read it - just don\'t set your expectations too high.
What is life without beauty? Surviving locked away, a woman dreams of what is outside in a ravaged world. A beautiful and dark story
Nice and moody. Well-written.
A sad little post-apocalyptic story about a woman's desperate longing for something beautiful.