Upon froth

It was a place of familiar geometry, of beams and varnished cupboards, of starched curtains and ivory table linen. Stalwart lines built upon froth. It was a place of curled shadows and dust that glistered over window panes, and of unremarkable cruelties.

He kept a small wooden box of wedding rings at the bottom of his bedroom cabinet, under the winter blankets. The rings were his gift, and he was a generous man.


12 thoughts on “Upon froth

      1. You shouldn’t either. I think that’s a part of writing, never quite content, always pushing on, even when you have doubts. It makes for better writing, but there’s always that bit of doubt.


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