I was alone.
My boots clicked on the stones. Ahead of me, a shape blurred and shifted. Behind me, another. But I didn’t look at either now. It wouldn’t change anything. They would still be there and I would still be alone.
The arch at the end of the walkway glowed with the promise of knowledge.
I wanted to run to it. I wanted to run from it.
With each step, I grew more uncertain. My thoughts a whirlpool.
Curious. Apathetic. Eager. Detached. Anxious. Calm.
I stopped. My body fought to escape its skin, pushing, pulling, stretching. Trapped, it grabbed my mind, twirling it like cotton candy, and tucked the feathered bits into a crevice I couldn’t access.
I straightened. Continued walking. Reached the arch directly after my first shadow and slightly before my second shadow.
We were alone.
And we were ready to step into the light.
My attempt at #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent
Turning comments off as I won’t be available to approve or reply. Just wanted to write a little something for Sue’s wonderful writephoto prompt. It’s been too long. 💕 Be well, my friends.