Date: Sun, 23 Nov 1997 06:47:37 +0100 From: An-tAthair-Siorai Press Gp Subject: SUB: CONTEST: Negative space. Negative Space The ground was mottled grey and moss-green. I presumed the sky was slate. I'd hoped for a cliff to jump from, but there are no lovers' leaps in the flat Appalachee woods. Nowhere to drown, even, that dry winter. The razored fans of palmetto scrub turned to hardwoods--gnarled trees loomed where he had once illuminated the bright wild blueberries. A breeze flickered in the leaves. I looked up, and suddenly, the rough brown oaks dissolved into living, curved triangles the color of robins' eggs, studded with translucent jade. They glowed. I breathed in the spaces between the trees. NOTES: Criticisms on this Contest Entry are welcome, to the list. Entries for the contest will close on 30 November 1997. Voting will take place until 10 December 1997. Copyright remains with the author, the details of whom are held by Adam An-tAthair-Siorai. Entries must be made direct to: litterateur@t-online.de not to the list. Adam An-tAthair-Siorai An-tAthair-Siorai Press Group litterateur@t-online.de Kirch Strasse 17, D-27318 Hoya, Germany