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The long room was entirely devoid of colour, yet the space was filled with sounds. The quiet, intermittent tock of a blind rattling in its rails with the ebb and flow of the sea breeze, which also brought the raucous sounds of gulls and the occasional crash of waves obliterating themselves against rocks. A low buzz of classical music provided another undertone, the solo cello’s strains climbing up and floating down the emotional palate under the caress of a virtuoso player. As a counterpoint to these, there came, often in frenetic bursts, the ringing noise of hammer against chisel against rock and the occasional muttered curse.

Andrea stretched and absentmindedly wiped her brow, smearing dust into sweat. Even in this moment of relaxation, however, she remained pointedly turned away from the wall of gauze covered glass, through which the sun streamed in a golden haze. The view held no interest for her; not the golden sands or the grey cliffs of the bay framing them nor the blues of the ocean waves rolling in.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    what are they building or excavating? near the ocean, too.. in a hot climate.. hmm.. many ideas, nothing concrete.

  2. Avatar Sir Bic

    Excellent.

    This is a lovely narrative. Your descriptions are vivid and full of life. I enjoyed this piece very much.
    I could hear the sculptress as she worked enthralled in her art and paying no heed to the beautiful sights and sounds in the world around her. I could feel the ocean breeze and taste the salty air. You took me there.

    … the solo cello‚Äôs strains climbing up and floating down the emotional palate under the caress of a virtuoso player. – wonderful.

  3. Avatar ethelthefrog

    With your trademark deftness, you transport the reader into the scene, tickling all senses.

    You also string emotional tension across the scene, leaving the reader wondering what sort of dirty laundry is hanging from it.

  4. Avatar Trykdyn

    I enjoyed the descriptions. I do feel that there is no actual story.. heaven forbid I mention it. anyway, beautiful image.

  5. Avatar Horrorfan13

    I agree with Trykdyn…there really isn’t a story, but I feel this is the beginning of something. The descriptions are lovely and it certainly needs a sequel.

  6. Avatar zxvasdf

    I never understood the problem people have with stories that have no actual plot. I’m of the mind that a tale could be told entirely by a sequence of settings.