so weirdly, or not, while crafting and listening to David Usher, my friend Sjack asked me about James Blunt and I confessed that “Goodbye my Lover” makes me cry. EVERY TIME.
Granted, so does “Being Boring”, for different reasons that are also the same.
So imagine my surprise when I take a wandery trip through my short story folder an find a story called “So Hollow”, about, I think, a trio of gargoyles walking through a house and just experiencing the ghost of it and the family that grew up there.
I wrote it in 2006, and I wasn’t even sure it was mine except the cadence was right and I used the phrase “only blood falls in perfect circles”, which might be a big lie because I got that from CSI, and things are not always True on CSI but I found it well written and so I stole it, which makes me A Plagerist but whatever, if it’s true then I’m a-okay.
Glae has never seen her own reflection, but on the night before her sisters soared to their spot on Rue Garland, Anae told her what she looked like.
Such sharp teeth, her first sister had said, and her second, Linae had nodded. The third, Tirae, had mumbled, sharpest of the lot, as her tongue rolled from between her lips.
It’s a bit dreary and a bit sad and a bit like forgetting.
I suppose that’s why I’m fond of it, this rediscovered thing.