A Raindrop Called Tear, A Child And The Ineffable… 

Short story (7000 words/.pdf) available on request subject to my approval:

A short story, maybe a children story, it is not prose; it is more like a call, whispered from the heart of silence. It doesn’t tell a story; it spools time like thread from a loom, weaving all into a single tapestry of now.

The Ineffable is the silent witness watching, an old man is each one of us, hunched over his little notebook of anxieties, trying to nail down a legacy, to control the future, while the universe literally drops a piece of pure golden “now” into his hand and screams “WAKE UP”. A child is the original self… 

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