letters from the archive, in no particular hurry
by SepiaLore
A king had closed the land and sea, so a father looked upward and found the only road left open. He made it from feathers, thread, and wax. While he worked, his son played beside him, catching feathers as they...
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They burned books because books had a bad habit of making people unhappy. Not unhappy in the way a wound makes you unhappy. In the worse way. They made a person stop in the middle of an ordinary life and...
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A man loses his face in an accident and spends his days behind bandages, wondering when the world stopped seeing him. Then he is given another one. With the new face, strangers smile. Doors open. The city forgets to be...
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Three times a day, Daniel opened his window and prayed toward a city he could no longer see. They found nothing in his life to condemn, so they made the prayer a crime. That night, a king lay awake in...
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It was one in the morning when his eyes opened. Rain against the windows. A candle almost gone. A man standing over him, the only face he had ever seen. Then the man ran away. The Creature had not yet...
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Every dance ever danced has ended. That is what a dance is, beauty spent as it is made, kept by no one, gone by dark. But once, in a brick city on the Indus, a girl danced in the evenings,...
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It was dusk, and the grass had begun to turn cold. A man sat on a low mound with a violin beneath his chin. Below him, a girl danced alone in the fading light, a turn, a pause, another turn,...
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A little girl was crying in a park because her doll was gone. Kafka told her it was not gone. It had gone travelling. The next day, he returned with a letter from the doll. And then another. For three...
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