Loved these lines: "The bell—black, cracked, and half-swallowed by sand—rested like a relic fallen from heaven or some lesser place." and "Because something in him remembered what it felt like to be heard." That last one especially seems to get at a lot more than just the sound of a bell.
Loved these lines: "The bell—black, cracked, and half-swallowed by sand—rested like a relic fallen from heaven or some lesser place." and "Because something in him remembered what it felt like to be heard." That last one especially seems to get at a lot more than just the sound of a bell.
Thank you very much, Stephanie. I appreciate your kindness.
You’ve packed a heap of beautiful prose into this chapter Ben, I’m looking forward to part 3 ! 🙏🏽