2 Works in Accents - Denice Frohman
21 Feb 2021
“The heart is a fickle and foolish thing,” he replied instead. “I cannot afford to trust my own. Not when wisdom is firm, and so definitively defies it.”
Balin laughed, and with such mirth that he startled the king for a moment, and caused him to worry that he might have been misheard.
“Oh, what nonsense that is,” the old dwarf responded good-naturedly. “It’s quite the opposite. How else could it be that the passage of time might wipe the memory of a person from your mind so cleanly that even their face may one day be obscured from you, yet it is your heart which never grows tired of missing them?
“Did you know, I quite forgot my mother’s name the other day, and I very nearly had to ask my brother for it before it came to me all of a sudden. Still, I cannot eat lamb without wishing it were made by her recipe, and every sunrise I see seems hardly more than a gentle shadow of the warmth she once brought me. She brings it to me still, though she has been gone a century yet. Love is not a physical thing. It is not so frail.”
-- In the Half-Light of the Canyon, Chapter 17
- Part 3 of Original Works 2021
Sometimes our hands are all we got,
and sometimes a being forgets the warm spices native to her soul.
- Part 2 of Original Works 2021