We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time.
– from Hummingbird, by D.H. Lawrence
The black sky had cracks where the light broke through. He was the light that pierced. A blazing star.
Then he married. And his star crashed down. This story is no fairytale. We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time.
For a while he kept it together, held the crescent moon tightly under his tongue. It was unbearable. At night, she complained how his long limbs would shift, sending her to teeter on the bed’s edge. He tried to bend to her will. But she couldn’t pin him down.
When the storms finally came, he found he feared death no more. The doors came unhinged and the roof let out a whistle right before it kissed the floor.
Lucifer escaped. He had to pick another planet. He had to go where the women would fall under his control.
Kim, writing from North Norfolk, is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says:
Write a very short piece of prose [using the above complete line from a poem] that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of your choice. As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly.