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Lova Mor: Flow of Traffic


Flow of Traffic

Lova M.o.r.


Published by Ryan B. Lee at Shakespir

Copyright 2017 Ryan B. Lee

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Flow of Traffic

Nestled on the cobblestone floor, limbs ached and finger-tips tingled, I moved not. The warmth from a near vent felt pleasant. It eased the aching bones.

It seemed daunting to move again, when the traffic flows. They brushed by, bursted in waves. Every strives felt true and strong, as they passed my chronic smile… There was no reason to their course.

As time passed, I tried making out the calls overhead. Just to see, where one might go. But, under the boisterous noise the announcements were muddled. So, I stared down those near, locked eyes grimly and hummed inversely at. All the while, I tried being unmindful to their actions.

No changed, and there were no glances. Only averted eyes dashed to the side. They responded knowingly, but blankly. I wondered why?

Of course, nowadays, to leap to such lengths in thought is short. That is because everyone and everything is an extension to each?

So, I stood fixated among the rest. They seized and fringed breathlessly, appeared less automaton. Not fully alive, just merely more aware. That normally did not last long before they reverted back.

Well, not a mirroratived of them. I kept telling myself that, because I am not a reflection or a blemish. To conceive otherwise would have sunk me further. To a deeper depressed state. One I could not possibly recovered from, where bleak thoughts succeed. But, had done…

At that time there was nothing I was in control of. Dependent on all and made forcefully felt in service to. The only thing missing was wearing baby diapers, sucking on my thumb, and in a cliche manner a grown man calling out, “Mom…momm…MOMMA, where’s my momma?!”

Wait, you did two out of three. When shopping in the clothing store, and you lost her.


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Lova Mor: Flow of Traffic

The main character telling his tale of a harsh time, which leads him going on about a story within a story. Throughout it a secondary voice appeared addressing the main character. It is left unclear to whether this secondary voice is the main character's inner dialogue addressing himself, or the narrative, or something grander. That is left ambiguous, for a reason. It will be answer in the very last part of the M.O.R. series. The story is a realistic fiction, and using bleak comedy. "Well, in the in-between moments, memories faded not. That is where we are our frame. Where our beams are enforced and restructured. To either be built on or demolished. That succumbs to the pressure of the elements. Later, forgo its shape and purpose. But not before bellowing in its wine, to yearned and creaked. This frame had twisted and turned, unjustly as a disfigurement on the terrain wilt. What was left beneath my ruins? Be a hollow décor."

  • ISBN: 9781370671823
  • Author: Ryan Lee
  • Published: 2017-01-16 22:35:08
  • Words: 2242
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