By Mark Binmore
Down it trickled Robin’s eye and assuaged her fears of exploding inside.
Through the window of her room, she saw the wild ebony sky and the buttery moon, she rummaged through the darkness for answers, and much had been unanswered since her birth. She wanted to know where the tiny seed hid the tree that would bear fruits and why didn’t the dead birds drop from the sky like the ripe fruits from the tree and why people died and who decided who was to die and when. She had seen dear ones depart and life had been an ordeal since.
Like an octopus she had been inkling her past lest it would consume her like a predator. The rain poured heavily, a tear dripped and died on her cheek, little Robin was lulled to sleep.
Mark Binmore is an award winning author whose works include Beautiful Deconstruction, Everything Could Be So Perfect, Sunsets Etc and Sad Confetti. A duology is set to be published during 2022. Mark divides his time between London and the south of France. Twitter @MarkBinmore markbinmore.com
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