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.
Light glows.
“I must go. If you need me, just remember. Love.” Gran.
Suddenly, sunshine, smiles, solace. Freedom.
Always here.
Heart.
end
Well that brings you back with a bang, Sascha! Lovely, and almost poetic, piece
Many thanks, Neil! 💖
A moving piece, Sascha. I hope you’re moving through this.
Thank you, Sandra. A couple of weeks later, I am better. As they say, time heals. I really appreciate your concern. 💖
Dear Sascha,
There are times to ebb and times to flow, aren’t there? This piece flows beautifully.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What a powerful way to express your recent experience.
Many thanks! ❤
Pleasure indeed.