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Second Sun #18

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A gust of hot air rose around her and a few strands of fair hair danced before her eyes, elusive like memories, not quite seen but intimately felt, tickling the skin of her cheekbones and prickling like vague recollections. She pushed the strands back off her forehead with her fingers, simultaneously wiping away the tear that ran down her cheek from the pools of her eyes. She was glad Triu had already left her.
She did not know why she wept. For Triu, too young to die? For Jibrith, too old to fight?
Or for herself? Because she was afraid.

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    Neville Hunt 20 days ago

    This is a wonderful drabble Drew. The first para is masterly in writing and associated ‘feel’. Lovely use of the rule of three in the whole piece, if that matters.

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    Drew Martyn 20 days ago

    Thanks Neville. It's weird how the rule of three always seem to work - even when I don't intend to do it :)

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    Christopher 20 days ago

    I agree with Neville. Beautiful imagery.

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    Neville Hunt 20 days ago

    It’s because the rule of three works so well that one uses it, often unconsciously.

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    Drew Martyn 19 days ago

    Thanks guys. Strangely the rule of two, or four, never works, yet the rule of five works fine, though not as well as three. There must be something in this Fibonacci sequence thing... :)

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