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A flowy passage

Posted on February 7, 2016 By adcitlali

Amelia looks at the water where moonlight transmutes into a flowy passage. She wonders how it would be to walk such path. Would it free her? Would it liberate all fears? She imagines fears released and flying away like colourful butterflies. Amelia observes the night, the fluttery rainbow leaving her body as she walks forward.

_____Adriana Citlali
VII-II-MMXVI

Poetic prose in 55 words. Written for the Flash 55 PLUS! challenge.

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Comments (15)

  1. ManicDdaily says:
    February 7, 2016 at 3:13 pm

    A lovely transmutation of fear here. k.

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  2. writersdream9 says:
    February 7, 2016 at 3:17 pm

    Yur descriptions are so creative. Love the fluttery butterfly.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      February 7, 2016 at 3:31 pm

      Thank you!

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      1. writersdream9 says:
        February 7, 2016 at 3:44 pm

        You’re welcome!

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    February 7, 2016 at 6:20 pm

    Oh yes.. if we could just walk on that spilled silver the moon leaves…

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  4. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) says:
    February 8, 2016 at 10:14 am

    fluttery rainbow leaving her
    body as she walks forward.

    Somewhat a mystic feel here Adriana! A feel of wanting to connect with the sub-conscious! Great lines!

    Hank

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  5. Hamzah Pilus says:
    February 8, 2016 at 10:23 am

    fluttery rainbow leaving her
    body as she walks forward.

    Seems to be somewhat connected to the mystic. A tendency to overcome and relate with the sub-conscious. Great lines Adriana!

    Hank kaykuala

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      February 8, 2016 at 1:15 pm

      Thank you! That was the inspiration of the day.
      I also think that the end makes a connection with the inner self (Amelia’s inner self in this case); and, by connecting, she releases her fears and moves forward.

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  6. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:
    February 8, 2016 at 1:29 pm

    What a delectable fantasy.

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  7. Kerry O'Connor says:
    February 8, 2016 at 1:42 pm

    A wonderful capture of a fleeting moment.

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  8. georgeplace2013 says:
    February 8, 2016 at 5:49 pm

    I wonder where that road would take one. Lovely thought

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  9. ihatepoetry says:
    February 8, 2016 at 6:36 pm

    Beautiful -a strange magic here.

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  10. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:
    February 9, 2016 at 6:31 pm

    moonlight and a thought I think many have experienced. Nice capture in 55

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  11. Hannah Gosselin says:
    February 9, 2016 at 11:30 pm

    Oh, I love the sense of merging with the light here. Really beautiful, prose here. 🙂

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  12. Magaly Guerrero says:
    February 21, 2016 at 1:55 am

    Stunning imagery, especially the last line. ♥

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