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The weight of a ladybird made a green blade move as if hesitating to tap an intimidating shoulder, but after she flew away, the finger seeming stayed, and spread through the increasingly hand like tuft, and something similar must have been happening on the other side of a becomming hole, because later, Cath and Frank saw two grassy hands rip a song filled chasm in the Earth.

'You can't go down there' Frank admonished. 'We have a mortgage.'

Cath pushed. Frank fell.

Whatever tightened his yell into the first of many notes, closed the chasm bringing silence.

Cath walked on.

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    Max over 2 years ago

    This is surreal... I don't know how to react to it... I think that must be good...

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    Jamie Clapperton about 2 years ago

    Just some fun playing with words. Mind you, if you ever see a chasm on the common , don't push anyone in without their consent. Belated thanks for feedback, Max :-)

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    Max about 2 years ago

    I will surely ask their consent first Jamie, especially if we share a mortgage! :-D Your drabble gives me the sense of an odd mix of Kafka's Metamorphosis & David Lynch's Eraserhead... and all in 100 words! ;-)

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    Jamie Clapperton about 2 years ago

    Cheers, Max .Read the first one a long time ago. Must check out 'Eraserhead' :-)

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    Neville Hunt about 2 years ago

    Great use of language, but I have to admit to a spot of bewilderment as to meaning...

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    I utterly, utterly love this :) Hints of Kafka and Joyce, with the landscape-detail of Thomas Hardy at the start. This deserves to be read and re-read, it's tremendous. :)

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    Jamie Clapperton almost 2 years ago

    Thanks so much Drew. :-) :-)

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