Dreaming Darkness #amwriting

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Dreaming Darkness

Darkness threatened as I navigated twisting streets trying to catch a glimpse of Joe’s taillights. This recurring dream inhibited my daytime, injecting uncertainty where none before existed.

Our life was good; why would he leave?

The house shook with thunder. The shepherd cowered between my knees and the stove where I stirred onions in olive oil.

Mary’s tiny voice filled brief quiet gaps. “What game is this, Daddy? How do I play?”

I peered around the doorway to see him, sweating, prostrate on the carpet.

Through thick rain I trailed the ambulance, its taillights red in the eclipsing darkness.

 

end 7/21/2017

Sascha Darlington

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The inspiration for my very first ottava rima (and my last?) is occurring right now and I probably should be powering down rather than typing on, and I can hear people I know say: she just doesn’t show good sense.

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