Stillness and darkness are among us, and I can only see his bowed head held by the palm of his hand. I know he’s alive because I can see the blood vessels on his knuckles, shone by the moonlight leaking in from the windows.
The sound of banging explodes, and I crawl to the corner. With my trembling hands tightly against my chest, I curl up, close my eyes, and count ten.
When I open my eyes, it is quiet again. A pair of gray eyes stare at me. Or, perhaps, the wall behind me. Then, disappear.
I get up on my feet and walk towards him. When I reach him, I brush his cheek with my hand. His head leans against my touch, his eyes closed. Everything moves slowly, like the faint clouds above the moon outside.
Then, his veined hand grabs my wrist, and his gray eyes snap open, alive.
“It’s time.”
For Sunday Photo Fiction – June 21 2020 and What Do You See #35.
Image Credit- Pixabay- Ariadne-a-mazed
Great story built around these images. Thanks for including mine in your post.
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Thank YOU for the excellent prompt!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Scary!
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Bwahaha!
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🙂
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Through the setting, actions, and certainly narration, you create for us a visceral sense of tension. That’s impressive, to say the least.
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Oooh, you’re too kind. Thank you very much.
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Irritatingly Intriguing! 🙂
Pls check out my post as well
https://themysticwagon.wordpress.com/2020/06/25/the-beginning-of-the-novel-in-ancient-times/
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This is terrifying! My goodness. Really good writing, Nelkumi.
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Thank you, Ms. Linda.
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Thank you:)
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Thank you for the compliment. I tried but couldn’t get to your post. 😮
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Try this one https://themysticwagon.wordpress.com/2020/06/26/the-beginning-of-the-novel-in-ancient-times/
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AMAZING WORK
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Thank you kindly.
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