Visual Dare #25
The sky was slow to alight with the wintry dawn, as though it were unwilling to confront the devastation in the harsh reality of day. Cramped in the warped frame of an old truck,
Madison watched the
sallow sun rise against the ashen expanse, sure it promised death. Coils of melancholy wrought her insides, her
sight blind amidst the onslaught of images haunting her thoughts. She waited in stillness, terrified to move
the hands pressed tightly over her ears for fear that the bellow of erupting
shells would still echo across the hills.
She barely stifled a scream when rough hands pulled at her, tears overflowing as she fell into his arms.
“Don’t ever-“ she began, overcome with distress over his absence. Searching his face she pushed out of his firm hold, seeing the grief he was fighting to hide. “No, Channer. No-” choking back sobs
fell to her knees, the dried grass prickling her legs.
“I’m so sorry” he whispered, biting his lip as she cried out her anguish.
Word count: 161
heed your omens,