In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Four*
Ink on paper
This story belongs with the preceding posts, read in chronological order: “One”, “Two“, “Three“.
Between the cracks of the wind’s fingers, she watched the world.
Creatures grew small and blended into the way of things. In all their strangeness and difference the creatures all belonged to life, one way or another.
She began to know that her life belonged in all the world’s vastness, just like the lives of all the creatures below.
Yet after days and weeks and many passes around the world, the answer to her question would not show itself.
*Each day for the next 10 days, I’ll add on to this story as it unfolds.
314 days done, 51 days to go.