"Now she could feel her hope, like a butterfly who leaves behind uneaten portions of its cocoon, making its escape."
Read the story at https://www.bridgeeight.com/log-cabin/
"Now she could feel her hope, like a butterfly who leaves behind uneaten portions of its cocoon, making its escape."
Read the story at https://www.bridgeeight.com/log-cabin/
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Hi Diana, I just read “Log Cabin.” You most definitely left me wanting more. I like the way this story illustrates some of the things you wrote about on the Story Club Substack: repeating motifs, symbolism, circular patterns. Two sentences that particularly grabbed my attention on this first read: “At the windows, January’s snowdrifts rose like dough up and over the sills.” So visual and tactile. And, “Gravity had pulled her to him with the force of the moon.” Twelve words with such power. I can feel the centrifugal force, bringing the tide in. Also I found it interesting how you rendered the claustrophobic sense of disappointment, longing, isolation, despair. Especially with the dead wood holding pattern. Thank you so much for this!!
Kudos to you for such a well-crafted short story, Love!