Wretch

A short piece written as a writing exercise.

Tick, tock, the pendulum swung. All around them gears turned, and he stood still. Was he listening? Consulting some inner voice? Leather creaked as he stepped forward, shaking within his straps. Light played over his bruised flesh, highlighting the speckled web of blood underneath. What world could accept such a sight?

In his bandaged hand he held a faded page…a letter?

“My dearest William,” it read, “My latest efforts have failed. I shall not try again. This is my fate, the price of my hubris. Look upon me, and never forget what I have done.”

By the time I looked up he had already retreated into the shadows. “Mathias?”

“Good-bye-my-friend.” Soon he faded from sight; the creak of leather lost in the sound of gears.

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9 thoughts on “Wretch

  1. So did Mathias hand William the letter? That’s the only way this segment would make sense to me. You didn’t indicate this in your work. It’s hard sometimes to put writing in context when it’s segmented so I may be totally off.

    I liked the style of writing. Your work is grammatically and structurally sound and I could visualize what was going on. I wasn’t sure about -shaking within his straps-what straps?

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    • That is most flattering, particularly coming from someone I respect as a strong writer.
      I’d definitely like to return and build more around these pieces, though at the moment it’s taking all my writing time to keep pace with my blogging schedule. I’m hoping that gradually I’ll get faster. If nothing else I may start taking breaks once I feel like I’ve built up a nice library of old posts.

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