Ivan Sokac


The last was howl  that was looking for shadow behind the mirror, breaking the walls. And then, over dead sea, was heard murmur, cry, or whatever it was...

That howl was nothing but desperate man whose shadow was hiding the path through the whole eternity, and in the end,…in the end, that same shadow wounded him severely and hid in the mirror. When he looked in the mirror he was horrified seeing himself, and then became silent again….

Often, then the swords lead the desperate man to pride, predicting his fate, but when he dares to turn himself into an howl, he hears again the voice calling him from the mirror, urging him to understand...

As long as the earth does not become desolate, until the sun doesn’t turn into darkness, until the rock doesn’t transform into pebbles. Then the wind causes a terrible dust until the mirror glass breaks out and liberates the desperate.

And shadows, just like this shadows in front of us, continue to wander looking for some new desperate. Their screams are heard again in every newly born day as well as in time marching ahead of us...


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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/18/2019.


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