I am not plagued by what plagues my peers.
I am not plagued by what plagued my ancestors.
I am plagued by what plagues ME.
Like Charon’s’ fingers ripping through curtains of darkness, its shallow whispers seek to stifle my voice.
I rise at dawn racing to escape the dark recesses of my mind.
I wish them away… they start to fade, a sense of peace assails my mind.
Like a dot of light, a patch of clarity on a foggy morning, so are the words crooning through my ear piece.
Looking at the computer, I find myself sinking again.
Written for two challenges:
Friday fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click on this link to join in the fun and on this one to read other stories.
and Flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Click on the link to join in the fun and on this one to read other stories.
I liked the contradiction of “a sense of peace assails my mind”
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Thanks Neil!
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Great story and I love how you were able to combine the two prompts! Well done!
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Thank you so much Joy!
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Never easy combining prompts but you did great!
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Thank you very much!
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