Diana Peach May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt

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It was bad enough that they made him sleep in

bails of hay and have no connection to the outside

world, but the half chest and new arm were

alarming. This hadn’t been part of the deal. He

was desperately trying to hang on to the last breaths

of his former life and it was getting increasingly

difficult by the minute. As he stared down at the gold

plating and began examining the intricacies of his

new arm, he got lost in, thought? He could feel

strange twitches of memories? He concentrated.

These were strange and powerful longings.

He knew somehow these yearnings would

never cease, though his desires were fading.

He remembered a word. Love.

He vaguely remembered, feelings? hurt?

these….

were… important… thought?

passion?  

pain?

name…. Love.

Patricia. Pat ricia.  Pa tri cia, Pa………………h.

©J.E.Goldie May 12, 2019

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