Scarmoor | Ethan | Why does it hurt? by Hedja, literature
Literature
Scarmoor | Ethan | Why does it hurt?
A feather fluttered across the polished hardwood floor, a ragged and worn entity, edges frayed and split, dusted in grey. It drew his attention slowly, had to drag it from the murky depths of alcohol, a feat almost impossible. He stared at it, stared through it and tried to wrap his mind around the impossible presence. It took longer than usual to navigate heavy lead limbs, arms and legs that refused the incoming orders, but now that the feather had made itself known, he had to touch it. Bottles clattered when sweeping, swaying motions collided with the lineup of green glass and the symmetry was ended.
The feather balanced on its arched spin