I'm running in a thick tall forest. Perspiration turns my clothes into another layer of skin. I hear the swoosh of the sharp glass shards aimed at me.
They snipe the nearby branches. I duck for a hairline escape.
The temperature turns colder and colder, and the fog engulfs me.
I trip and fall.
Hushed voices grow closer. Now, louder, angrier, sifting and shuffling through the forest.
I turn those are not shards but words and bitter tongues aimed at me. I scream and position myself for a fight.
The fog clears, and it's sunny. Sunnier in my head, mind.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
At present, these drabbles are one-offs. Focused on Dandelions which I read, resembles hope, strength and resilience.
I would like to know if it makes sense and any improvements.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Brian!
Jamie Clapperton about 2 years ago
The relief at the end!
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Jamie! I aimed to end positively
Frenchie about 2 years ago
I love this. I am waiting for more. I found myself in a nightmare then in a dream. I loved the suspense. Just carry on.
I love the series title. Intriguing.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Frenchie! I'm very glad you liked it. I look up to yours for these delicate subjects.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!