Thursday, 20 September 2012

Vision Quest

Vision Quest

The faded sepia face slips, slurs. Cold wrinkled fingers lose their grip. Colour washes wispy from the world, dims behind the slow curtain call of leaden eyelids. I reach for sad sharp shards of shattering memories, whirling deep into the eddying darkness. But there, gentle as a Mother’s kiss, a blinding white light approaches - joyfully.

55 Words

This was written for 55 word challenge number 27 over at Jezri's Nightmares

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