“Death knocked on my door, asking for my mother, so I gave him my eyes and he left.
“A year later Death returned, asking for my mother, so I gave him my voice and he left.
“Today I heard myself calling from the doorstep. She ran out to greet me.”
Clio Velentza lives and invents stories in Athens, Greece. Her work has appeared in print in the anthology of short stories 21 New Voices and online in FractalArt, Literature.gr, and 25th Hour Project. Find her at @clio_v.
Superb story..Congratulations for capturing such beauty in brevity.
Thank you!
I was really moved! What a distilled jewel
Very nice!
So ingeniously poetic and deeply touching! Congratulations!
We can delay, but not avoid the inevitable. Nicely told.
That was awesome!
Thank you all!