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.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
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.
You have such an ear and such an eye. Your writing is lovely.
Thanks so much. I love your poetry.
Oh how sad.
Yeah, it’s kinda gloomy. 😉 Thanks for reading!
Ghostly and gloomy…painful separation.
Fantastic imagery, and such a lovely, haunting ending.
Thanks, Suzanne!
Wow. I like this a LOT. The last line is killer!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Glad you like it.
Thus is amazing work, really like this! ***
Grateful for your kind words!
Such beautiful writing. I really like the part that starts with “rising.” Lovely.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading & commenting!
Love the spindly shadow pointing at his feet like a ghostly finger. So skillful!
Aw, thanks, Nate. Haven’t gotten to yours yet…saving it for last. That’s how I roll.
Your descriptions are so vivid! Your ability to conjure up images with limited words is magical. Very nice story.
Thanks for your kind words, M.L.
Such vivid imagery! Gives me goosebumps…
Goosebumps are good! Yay! Thanks so much for reading.
So eerie and enigmatic. The smokestack seems almost alive!
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!
I feel like this could be a whole big story. Really intriguing!
Thank you, Jen!
This had just the right tone to it.
Thank you, Leah! I’m so glad!
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!
Thank you, Christine! Glad you picked up on the sharp edges.
Love that first line – the images of broke glass and him picking them up really pull the reader in.
Thanks so much, Sarah Ann. Appreciate your kind words.
I love the visit from the father’s ghost!! Cool!
Thanks, Kathy!
Vivid imagery, Meg, and poignant story.