Writing Prompt: Pathos

Old Cogsworth, a rusty timepiece, sat atop the mantle, hands forever frozen at six o’clock. A pendulum, usually his loyal companion, lay shattered on the hearth below. A single tear, like a fat diamond, rolled down Moira’s cheek the pathos was too much.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.