Flash Fiction #211 – Upon the Dusty Bookshelf

The author’s magnum opus was within reach.

His universe of infinite moving threads had taken on a life of its own;

his characters were like his children.

But before he could conclude his epic tale,

the author died.

And with the silence of his pen,

the universe he poured his heart and soul into-—our universe—came to a standstill.




and all their inhabitants are suspended in time,

anxiously awaiting a hand

that will guide the tale of the universe

to its rightful conclusion.

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