3WW No. 471: Darkness

Here's a little something I penned this morning for Three Word Wednesday:

Darkness

With a furrowed brow, he clamped his hand across his eyes, tight. He waited to the count of 100, uncovered his gaze - and had changed daylight into night.

Not that the entire world noticed. No, those who were thrust into darkness were those who most closely orbited him.

Fear gripped them, initially. Then worry. Then a mild disgust, bordering on indignant.

There were protests. OK, some mild bitching amongst themselves. Vacant threats to appeal to he who had taken away the light. Thoughts of appeasements. Much judgment.

As the gloom continued, those who suffered ultimately did so in reserved silence. A brooding melancholy, forged in his suffering.

She awoke from a dream, fresh and new and silky, only to find herself in the dimness. She reached tentative fingers into the shadows, looking for him. He rustled, slide away from her touch.

Her reaction was abrupt, tactful in its mission. She tossed a leg around his, clamped down hard. She moved as he moved, matching his speed and determination.

When her hand found his chest, warm and soft, she pushed gently, just about his heart. And with this, his fidgeting stopped.

“Breathe,” she said. “Forgive.”

A tremendous gust was exhaled. And with that, a most brilliant sunrise followed.


Comments

Sheilagh Lee said…
truly beautiful story
Alice Audrey said…
What a divine story.
kaykuala said…
It's nice to find a loved one to playfully banter around in the dark. Great story Thomg! One of the rare occasions that you make an appearance. Thanks for your 3WW which is one of Hank's favorites!

Hank
Jae Rose said…
What a beautiful awakening - breathing is the hardest thing when darkness becomes your safety and friend - so very good to read your work again - and thank you always for TWW
A delightful tale ending in a ray of sunshine!Love it.

My 3WW tale!
J Cosmo Newbery said…
A lovely story. I could breathe at the end too.

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