Sunday, March 21, 2010

Whispers

Once upon a time, she met a secret in a corner. She didn't know what to do with it, so she carried it with her everywhere. Then one day, it threatened to consume her from inside. So she took a chance, and whispered the secret to a dead tree. The tree spoke to the wind, and the wind blurted it out to the mountain over evening tea. The mountain told it to the river in jest, and the river ran to tell the pebble...so that when she met the pebble next, the pebble called her the evil one, and accused her of stealing his spirit away.

She has been scared of secrets since then.

7 comments:

Lash said...

Lady Morrison! You are drugged!! I like the connection here.

wasted said...

love it really...infact not just this one but the most of the posts I could read in an hour of idle office hour...

Tsu said...

dude... of ALL the posts.. Masterpiece :)
WOW

crumbs said...

@ lash
lady morrison? :)

@ wasted
thanks. do we know each other from someplace? and is that place ciefl??

@ Tsu
really? :)

Id it is said...

I really loved the movement in the piece, and also the implicit connect...delightful.

crumbs said...

@ id,
sometimes isn't it the movement that scares you?

Sharika said...

loved it !