A Garrulous Wind
The church bells tolled for the last time in the desert town of Cawmiro. The final couple, in Sunday bests, left their tiny hovel of a home and set foot into the dusty street, hand tightly in hand. A garrulous wind whipped up around them, saturated with the swallowed voices of those who had walked this walk before.
The couple had hoped for a family once but the teeth of the church eat all dreams and eventually all muscle and tissue. Now it’s unfathomed belly was almost full. Billions were digested and gone but other worlds would have billions more.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
6 comments add one below
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Horrorshow almost 9 years ago
Thank you for the kind words, Chloe. :-)
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Horrorshow almost 9 years ago
Thank you for such high praise, Drew! Much appreciated :-)
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Elizabeth O. Smith almost 9 years ago
Loved this! You always write very disturbing yet interesting stuff that always leaves me wanting more :)
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Horrorshow almost 9 years ago
I'm delighted that you enjoyed the drabble, Elizabeth! Thank you :-)
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op ruoho almost 9 years ago
Awesome. Don't know what else to say, but I enjoyed this immensely.
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Horrorshow over 8 years ago
I appreciate the lovely comment, OPR. Thanks for reading! :-)
