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Amaurotic by Andre Elliott

THE GIFT OF LOVE

Six year old Mary was readying herself for bed. It was a cold winter night. The sky was cloudless, and the stars were twinkling brightly. Her father was finishing up his nightly duties downstairs. What Mary loved most about sleeping were the dreams. It was the only time she could see. Her visions were different from other little girls who weren’t blind. How it was possible she could see the…

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He couldn't hear his heartbeat. He couldn't feel his chest moving for the constriction of so many senses overlaid on top of him. Touch and sound and taste and scent, they piled onto his whole self and drowned him, made claustrophobic a world that was already dark and small to begin with. Now it seemed like the entire reality sought to be as close as a lover's lips, as near as a murderer's hand.

Without sight to tell him who, what, where, why, when, Baldr was anchorless, and the sea raging. The god was lost amid a world so roaring and vibrant, swallowing up the shadow of himself and casting it aside as life danced on in the universe's samba. It was deafening in the silence of sightlessness, it tasted bitter on a tongue parched for so long of voice and flavour, and it smelt of decaying roses, a lingering sweetness that seemed so unreal in the overpowering fragrance of death.

It was all Baldr could do to curl into himself, because a fetus once so blind to the world, and dream of the warmth of love and what once had been. Palms shuttering the noise of the world out, and what little good it did to the sounds of his own rattling skull, the stag withdrew into himself, cared not for this unfamiliar, unknown place he made sanctuary in, and spiraled into the depths of his mind.

For even the terrors that lay there were a welcome breath from the dry air that living gave.

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