© Kevin Corby Bowyer 2024
Close to the Silence The text drifts like a cloud in the creative void between In the Silence of Time and In the Wake of Life *. Characters rotate expectantly around the author’s strange residence, petitioning for a way into the next story or settling old scores. Kate is absent, but her roseate spirit permeates the heavens. The dark house of indefinable height is perched on the well of the past; the cast-off skin of an old life lies rejected above and below. An unseen woman travels the endless network of impossible staircases, watching, waiting for her time. Evil waits too, rotting, stinking, skulking in the shadows or in the boarded up, fly-infested mill, sulphurous eyes lantern lights of hate, swallowing surrendered souls. A man’s body hangs from the pulley wheel in the summer heat, blackening, shrivelling, neck stretched, hands that once loved, dangling. The narrative unfolds as a dream, time and space ill-defined. The writer wanders among his own creations, observing, listening, drawing out their stories like corks from bottles. Some don’t need much encouragement – particularly Maisie Blythe… *forthcoming
Kevin Corby Bowyer - writer
© Kevin Bowyer 2024
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