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Girl pulls up close. She doesn’t bat an eye. She tears through town to the forest behind. She’s a force, to be sure, reason gone in an instant. The terrible power of hope grabbing hold of her, urging her in. The path to the tower is wide and easy to follow. It wouldn’t have mattered much anyway. Not to the Girl. She runs into the night, through the dark forest. High evening’s come calling when she reaches camp at the foot of the Eye Tower. She made it through the dark. She made it to the last ion bastion on this spire, and no ones there to greet her. The coals are bright when she arrived at an empty camp. Missed by minutes, still alone. She crumples by the fire, crying for what I can only imagine. That’s where I find her. We freeze when she wakes, starring at each other from across an ocean. Were both seeing each other as strange ghosts. I suppose, in a way, we are. The last ghosts blown across this rock in the sky. We talk. This is this last fire on the spire. And I’m the last soul walking. She gets hot for a bit, starts grilling me. I do my best. She’s all fire, and I’ve no where to turn her. We get into it, and before long there’s quiet. She stays at my camp. We make amends. We fight. Time moves on. She stays for days, disappears for longer. Always comes back with new scars. I know she’s got new stories. I don’t her for them. Girl’s got enough on her plate without the only other mouth badgering away at her. We talk some, when we can, but mostly, we stay near for the comfort. It gets to us both, that cold, quiet knowing that we’re the only two souls on this rock. And as the days pass, I figure that numbers going to dwindle soon enough.
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This series is one the best stream of conscious writing I've ever come across (going all the way back to the Beat Generation of the late 50's).
Any one section (chapter, paragraph) is loaded with dream time visualizations, first person narrative talking back to oneself,
and general mystery.
I started reading them out of order and just got hooked. Like watching Dr. Who out of order.
A few odd 'cliches' such as "got enough on her plate" in the above chapter, jarred me out of the story, but otherwise,
a real treat.
Any one section (chapter, paragraph) is loaded with dream time visualizations, first person narrative talking back to oneself,
and general mystery.
I started reading them out of order and just got hooked. Like watching Dr. Who out of order.
A few odd 'cliches' such as "got enough on her plate" in the above chapter, jarred me out of the story, but otherwise,
a real treat.