A witch stole our only lemon tree from the backyard. She rode on it, shoving the last ripe lemon into her toothless mouth.
A frightening, nonsensical sense of helplessness woke me up.
Auntie hovered over me and I remembered that real life is scarier than the witches of our dreams.
Azarin Sadegh, a former student of the late Les Plesko, is working on her 125,000 word novel, The Suicide Note.
Nonsensical sense? Hmmm! Not sure I’d go there.
Bit like saying a non-blue blue.
Then again, if something makes little-or-no sense even if you are told it is the truth … would this be nonsensical sense?
And then again, again … I’ve seen sunsets where I knew the sky was actually blue but the overpowering sunlight rendered things almost pink. If you let you mind work with it, this would be a non-blue blue perhaps.
If all else fails, consider the 125,000 word suicide note
IMO, the author is playing with words here. Nonsensical might be read as irrational or ridiculous. Sense might be read as feeling.
A frightening, irrational feeling of helplessness woke me up.