Out of a dead end

His abandonment of her
was gradual – “carefully
administered” as he put it
to himself. Oh wasn’t he
a master of calm precision.

– James Steerforth ( © 2010 )

Written with gradual precise abandon for 3WW.

Note
Sorry folks, can’t seem to derail from the somber rut.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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5 Responses to Out of a dead end

  1. pieceofpie says:

    ok now that’s scary..only b/c it’s so gooood… soooo smooth and silky as water off a duck’s back… wonder if she saw it coming or possibly felt it coming as a chill coming on rather suddenly from nowhere and leaving just as fas…

  2. ThomG says:

    “Carefully administered.” great line. Don’t worry about somber rut. Friends say it’s where I go to write the good stuff.

  3. Dee says:

    I think YOU are the master of precision. This was very good!

  4. hames1977 says:

    is he a surgeon?

  5. Felicity says:

    Wow. This is brilliant – and rather eery. I feel awful for her and quite angry at him.

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