Solace in Shadows
She loves the dark. It makes everything even. Everyone is equal. Each person is indistinguishable from the next. No one can judge what they cannot see. When he reaches for her, it is always in the dark.
She has become accustomed to the feel of him. His sheets. His bed. The smell of his room, with its spice and a hint of sweat. These are small comforts.
She hides in the dark. Outside of this space is pain, loss, death. Outside of this bed is all the reality to which she never asked to belong. Here, alone, is her solace.
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Author's note: I love this medium, 100 word ficlets, that is. This not an answer to any challenge. Just a thought.
Remember, a REVIEW is a beautiful thing..
She loves the dark. It makes everything even. Everyone is equal. Each person is indistinguishable from the next. No one can judge what they cannot see. When he reaches for her, it is always in the dark.
She has become accustomed to the feel of him. His sheets. His bed. The smell of his room, with its spice and a hint of sweat. These are small comforts.
She hides in the dark. Outside of this space is pain, loss, death. Outside of this bed is all the reality to which she never asked to belong. Here, alone, is her solace.
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Author's note: I love this medium, 100 word ficlets, that is. This not an answer to any challenge. Just a thought.
Remember, a REVIEW is a beautiful thing..