This is just incredibly gorgeously written, like Tanith Lee collaborating with Raymond Chandler for a noir fairy tale full of lush and unexpected metaphors. The imagery was so vivid and Lynchian, I felt like I could see not only the story itself but the metaphors in full color or moody black and white.
The prose was so marvelous, I want to quote the entire thing. But okay, I especially loved these lines:
those rusty moons that ran white at the brink like the tip of a woman’s fingernail.
out of the black and into the gray
lips the same gray as a rose on panchromatic film.
Not like she was a secret under stone: more like a hundred white petals, opening out.
“One time I took a knife and a mascara wand to that dress over there to see if there was something in all that black that could make me sleep, but there wasn’t anything at all.”
When she looked up at him, there was a thread of velvet stuck to her cheek, dark in the track of a tear.
Ahhh, thank you so much for this lovely comment! I'm so glad that the prose worked for you, and Tanith Lee collaborating with Raymond Chandler is so much the kind of mood that I wanted for this, I'm really happy it came through. <3333333
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