Thursday, 24 September 2009

Not Sleeping But Dreaming


The silence wasn’t absolute. As she lay back on the grass, she heard the industry of small things, quieter than her heartbeat, but still enough to rock the tiny bones of her ear.

2 comments:

Bob Jacobs said...

I'm looking through the whole month trying to find the best one, somewhere to leave another comment, something really meaningful, but there are too many and they're all good. All of these tiny little pieces that you've written, each quieter than a heartbeat, but the bones in my head are rocking, rocking, rocking...

Thanks very much for posting this stuff. I've enjoyed reading.

emma said...

Thank you so much Bob, you're very kind. And this was my Birthday post, so I'm really glad you chose this one! I think a few of them will end up as stories at some point in the future. I'm happy that you enjoyed them. Thanks again.