After Aftersun
Six chapters
Chapter 1: The first prompt
Chapter 2: A poem
Chapter 3: An email
Chapter 4: The second prompt
Chapter 5: Another email
Chapter 6: The third prompt
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual correspondence between intelligences, natural or artificial, is coincidental.
The snowstorm did happen.
An idea I’ve been playing around in my head for a while, related to the movie <soul>, the “shadow blobs” of obsession — the father in this story, is stuck in that obsession. He’s not predatorial, it’s trickier than that. It’s a feeling of haunting someone. Building the house, Owning the land, then haunting it afterwards. It was never yours to begin with. The house becomes part of the land, and the land was not meant to be owned. No peace with nature as it unfolds. I only wish the tragedy of it could look softer.