by Ben Pickard
What a beautifully detailed little piece this is, Michael. The idea of using a wine cellar as 'bolt hole' without actually drinking once there is intriguing (especially to me, I might add). But only because there is something far more comforting to you there: an 'obliging' chair which conjures 'notes of nostalgia' and eases your tension because of who it once belonged to. Who? we, the reader, cannot be entirely sure, but a grandparent is a warming thought. |
by Mr. Darcy
Thank you, Ben. Lovely comment! |
by Xaque
The writer brought a vivid feeling of comfort in lines like "As i sit, honeyed leather and obliging springs take my weight and notes of nostalgia enfold me" and "unravelling like ribbon from my relaxing grasp". A very enjoyable read. |