I have found it very hard to write lately so I very much respect those who have prevailed where I have not.
“Seeing the Light” was written for Friday Fictioneers. If you’re a flash fiction writer and haven’t checked out the prompt, you must. Many thanks, Rochelle!
Seeing the Light
I woke in a box. While I pushed, the box refused exit.
I could breathe. Death wasn’t imminent.
But life? So distant. Cold, like infinite vacuous space.
Sitting there, shielded from sun, days, friends, I considered existence.
Birdsong cajoled me, yielding a smile.
Hush, little baby, don’t you cry.
I remember being adored, loved, another time. Family, friends, lovers. Love.
Gold light permeated.
My heart beckons my dog, whose smile and tender eyes still warm me, despite his passing.
“I must go. If you need me, just remember. Love.” Gran.
Suddenly, sunshine, smiles, solace. Freedom.