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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