Entering Nightmare

This was written for dVerse where Bjorn asked us to write a prosery piece around this quote from Maya Angelou’s Caged Bird: his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. Many thanks, Bjorn, for this challenging prompt.

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Entering Nightmare (144 words)

What brilliant, golden lovers they are! Pale skin melding to pale, haloed words, so much tinkling laughter echoing on cheerful breezes. “Enchanting. The best of all of us!” onlookers remark.

Each day a halcyon glow of roses and lavender.

But years pass. Lust passes. Cordial feelings pass. Blasting away goodness on the last day of testing. No natural born children for them.

They crash, like tin trash cans pounding against cement.

She grows angry, bitter, accusing. He grows mean, loud, pounding.

She dreams of days past, a golden meadow, Monarch’s dancing thistle to daisy, a goldfinch clinging to a sunflower, the sun, so bright she felt the glow within, the breeze, a sensual caress.

Then she seizes, his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream, his hands upon her throat, his eyes blank, lost as if he were elsewhere.

“Please,” she says then awakens. Finally.

end

Sascha Darlington

many thanks. 💖

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