The Last Glass Factory

smokestack
He picked at glass shards that jutted from the mud and glittered in the sun like blue topaz.  The hollow factory smokestack cast a thin, long shadow, ending at Gustav’s feet.  Rising, he squinted at the broken windows, spied his father’s ghost.

 

 

32 Comments The Last Glass Factory

  1. Jennifer G. Knoblock May 26, 2014 at 10:39 am

    You have such an ear and such an eye. Your writing is lovely.

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 12:39 pm

      Thanks so much. I love your poetry.

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 12:39 pm

      Yeah, it’s kinda gloomy. 😉 Thanks for reading!

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  2. Suzanne May 26, 2014 at 2:55 pm

    Fantastic imagery, and such a lovely, haunting ending.

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 10:44 pm

      Thanks, Suzanne!

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  3. thewizardsword May 26, 2014 at 3:35 pm

    Wow. I like this a LOT. The last line is killer!

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 10:45 pm

      Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Glad you like it.

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  4. theinnerzone May 26, 2014 at 4:17 pm

    Thus is amazing work, really like this! ***

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 10:45 pm

      Grateful for your kind words!

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  5. fatgirlinboxinggloves May 26, 2014 at 4:59 pm

    Such beautiful writing. I really like the part that starts with “rising.” Lovely.

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 10:46 pm

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading & commenting!

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  6. innatejames May 26, 2014 at 5:37 pm

    Love the spindly shadow pointing at his feet like a ghostly finger. So skillful!

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    1. Meg May 26, 2014 at 10:47 pm

      Aw, thanks, Nate. Haven’t gotten to yours yet…saving it for last. That’s how I roll.

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  7. M.L. May 26, 2014 at 10:59 pm

    Your descriptions are so vivid! Your ability to conjure up images with limited words is magical. Very nice story.

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 10:26 am

      Thanks for your kind words, M.L.

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  8. Psych Babbler May 27, 2014 at 3:12 am

    Such vivid imagery! Gives me goosebumps…

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 10:26 am

      Goosebumps are good! Yay! Thanks so much for reading.

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  9. KymmInBarcelona May 27, 2014 at 9:30 am

    So eerie and enigmatic. The smokestack seems almost alive!

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 10:31 am

      There is, in fact, an abandoned glass factory in Pigspittle. It was the inspiration for this Gargleblaster. The happy news is that they are turning it into a park. I was collecting glass the other day when I was walking through the still-developing park and took the picture of the smokestack. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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  10. jenbrunett May 27, 2014 at 10:03 am

    I feel like this could be a whole big story. Really intriguing!

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 10:32 am

      Thank you, Jen!

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  11. Leah Sakacs May 27, 2014 at 2:10 pm

    This had just the right tone to it.

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 2:15 pm

      Thank you, Leah! I’m so glad!

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  12. Christine May 27, 2014 at 4:47 pm

    There’s so much sharpness here: the shards of glass, the shadow of the smokestack, the pang of memory. Lovely little story. Thanks for linking it up!

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 9:12 pm

      Thank you, Christine! Glad you picked up on the sharp edges.

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  13. Sarah Ann May 27, 2014 at 5:22 pm

    Love that first line – the images of broke glass and him picking them up really pull the reader in.

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 9:12 pm

      Thanks so much, Sarah Ann. Appreciate your kind words.

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    1. Meg May 27, 2014 at 9:13 pm

      Thanks, Kathy!

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