All That the Waves Did Not Claim by Isilme_among_the_stars  

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Small Unfinished Things


“Don’t go disappearing,” Elros jokes as I stride away in search of firewood.

Three words that hang heavy in the air between us swollen with miserable plea. Don’t leave me, he means, still a desperate child cleaving to his one remaining parent. Don’t make me watch as you unmake yourself the secret fear that shines in his eyes.

I begin a campaign of small unfinished things. A half-sewn hem, set aside overnight, thread trailing. Garlic strung up under our shelter that will take weeks to dry. Little signs I intend to stay. His relief is born anew with each discovery. 


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