a good read, a one-liner, and a drabble
The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen is excellent.
A number of months came to pass before the wearied monarch fell sick with the ailments of old age, and the once-called princess, soon thereafter, was crowned queen.
He wandered into a forest of tangled brush and gnarled wood, darkened by the shadows of trees that had grown too desperately close to one another. In the midst of his dreaming, a finch fluttered briskly through the canopy, a meek and lonely mass. Underfoot, the damp, loose foliage muffled his steps as he took one harrowing lurch nearer and into what appeared to be the gaping mouth of a tomb; so thereupon winter was the draft from a window ajar as he fell silently into perpetuity. By dusk, he awoke a grave and sullen proprietor of fortune, stepping out of bed to close the snow-laden windows.
There were harsh gales threatening the castle walls, that night, and the ancient stone heaved a curse.
A number of months came to pass before the wearied monarch fell sick with the ailments of old age, and the once-called princess, soon thereafter, was crowned queen.
He wandered into a forest of tangled brush and gnarled wood, darkened by the shadows of trees that had grown too desperately close to one another. In the midst of his dreaming, a finch fluttered briskly through the canopy, a meek and lonely mass. Underfoot, the damp, loose foliage muffled his steps as he took one harrowing lurch nearer and into what appeared to be the gaping mouth of a tomb; so thereupon winter was the draft from a window ajar as he fell silently into perpetuity. By dusk, he awoke a grave and sullen proprietor of fortune, stepping out of bed to close the snow-laden windows.
There were harsh gales threatening the castle walls, that night, and the ancient stone heaved a curse.
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