Flash Fiction: "Lost in this Place" by Catherine O'Brien
There is no lyricism, it’s the melody that gets you. It keeps circling back like an ice skater with compasses for feet. There are qualities to it, the quaint shyness of a newly-coined word and the urgency of a trombone fleeing an angry polar bear who thinks it’s a runner leaving a block. Without this power, I feel incomplete, I lack a shadow. I am a sundial separated from its gnomon. As night betrays light, the architraves are a makeshift racecourse, shadows shuttle up and th