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Stepping into the shimmering darkness of the landscape, he cast about him seeking the speaker whose voice seemed to echo from the distance louder than it spoke from the nearby. Soft, subtle, a whisper drifting on the insubstantial breeze; her voice drew him like an intoxication he could not deny and serrated through him, as chilling as ice drawn across exposed skin.
The barren surroundings offered no evidence of her existence. Stretching outward toward a rose-hued horizon awash with stars, the rocky terrain undulated like a serpent, beguiling perception and tempting intrepidity. Her voice compelled him into the void.
He followed.
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~Morgan~
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. This Flash Fiction piece is a sequel to Passage, which I wrote in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.
Part Two – Time Stood Still
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Beautiful Original Photograph by: Matt Payne
Thanks, Cynthia, I’ve added that to the list too 🙂
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Great follow up, Morgan. Worked a treat.
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Glad you are enjoying it. It may turn out to be a novel before Im done tho lol 😉
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I don’t mind 🙂
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Stunning words!
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Im so glad you are enjoying it 🙂 thanks ever so much!
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Voices speaking from the void are no basis for a system of government!
Well written and compelling! Can’t wait to see what happens next.
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LOL no they certainly are not. Just updated the story today…Im so glad you are enjoying it!
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this is great
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Thanks Rajiv 🙂 I’ve been enjoying writing it too 🙂
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