The Ghost of Incomplete Questions

The Ghost of Incomplete Questions

Destined to shield the truth

Anonymous Question marks thrown onto the floor. Photo by Laurin Steffens on Unsplash

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What an incomplete question is?

The last droplet of a perfume willingly stranded in the throat of the jar, a white-haired star looking at its wrist, counting its numbered hours the lonesome blue of a rainbow for departure packing all its ties and bows or a bowl clinking loudly with a spoon and nothing inside, like an inked or partially erased, verse kept treasured in a poet’s heart saying everything, yet nothing. or a clouded airy curtain on top of the iced latte which hides all the drama within

That is what an incomplete question is.

It willingly becomes a ghost, while crossing the dwellings of vampires to rescue straight no’s biting truths, and hurting cold.

It gives away all its colours to masks, mysteries, and mirages, then wanders in the ashen slums, besides abandoned streets and beneath the blue bridges of autumn, like an uncelebrated tragic hero

We often talk about incomplete answers, but rarely discuss incomplete questions.

Sometimes a question is intentionally left vague because the speaker does not want to embarrass the person answering it. In doing so, the question gives up its own clarity and becomes a kind of ghost. Like a hunted pawn on a chessboard, it moves forward to protect the answerer from uncomfortable truths and unwelcoming disclosures.

Not all ghosts are born as ghosts; some are guardians without capes just like Incomplete Questions.

He asked me, Do you love…? I answered about the scarlet roses, the leafy earth, the abundance of the stars and the whole universe but Him.

This is my share for June’s prompt, ‘Ghost’ at Catharsis Chronicles. 😊

Dearest Chrysa Stergiou and the lovely Editorial team of Catharsis Chronicles thank you so much for your love and support. ❤️❤️