In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
Carefully I lay out your weapons on the table, as well as mementoes of our happiness. But those are not mere objects of sentimental memories: they are the travelling companions of what is to come.
For we are changing, mutating. So the thin dagger, the flat, grey handgun in its black leather holster, the smooth crossbow, and the witches’ jewellery, the narrow gold ring, all have their role in our transformation.
For you will become me, and I you, and us, that invincible creature, ready to cross the boundaries of time and space, when time comes.
Image: Nicola Alessandrini
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