Newspaper JacketA Chapter by ArchiaHer newspaper jacket rustled as she dragged it closer around her.Her newspaper jacket rustled as she dragged it closer
around her. The news headlines blared, merging with the next. A murder here, a
lost dog there. Good next to bad, bad blurred with good. It was all trivial
matters compared to the one who wore it. Trivial matters that would not affect
her. The more that came, the easier it was to ignore, until now. Now they were
no more than words, barely that left in her head. She walked, a loose string tugging at her mind. To cut it
off would be to unravel the rest, to leave it would present a flaw. Either way
a lie. So she pulled at the thread, twisting it, testing it, waiting for it to
break of its own accord, instead of leaving it to hang there. Maybe though, it
would be better not to do anything. No lies to be said, no truths to break. But a jacket will remain with a person, even long after
all the strings have gone into threads. To throw it out early, would be to
leave it sitting there, waiting for someone to come pick it up. To gain the
problems, to win its successes. She sat, as the loose thread began its unravelling. She
had chosen. The threads began coursing through the air as the jacket shed its
secrets. Truths were shared, lies were made. And the jacket, that newspaper jacket, became little more
than strings hanging on a loom, waiting to be stitched into another story. © 2012 ArchiaReviews
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Added on February 18, 2012Last Updated on March 3, 2012 Tags: jacket, newspaper, journalist, stories AuthorArchiaAboutReally, I'm just one of you. Come in, sit down, grab a cup of tea and enjoy a good read (now that may be a questionable statement). If there's anything in any of my stories that you want to be exp.. more..Writing
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