Based on Kim’s prompt, “The Darkness Beyond,” in his Inspiration Monday: Bradbury Edition list.
Beyond the splintered back door, beyond the pummeled steps. Beyond the torn-up turf, the broken fence, the parted trees: Darkness.
And not the empty kind of darkness; not merely the absence of light. This darkness is thick, is breathing, is watching. You can feel it.
Based on my list item “The Wasps” for Inspiration Monday: Bradbury Edition.
We don’t know how long he sat there paralyzed.
No one knew what she really looked like. Some days she was brunette, some days blond. Some days entirely bald. Sometimes she walked with a breezy supermodel stomp. Sometimes she trudged with a slumping despair. She liked to think that she was as changeable as the sea, as adaptable as a chameleon. Shifting like a spectre and vanishing like a ghost.
Rounding out the week. Happy Friday, everyone!
Catch up on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.
In the words of Arthur Dent, It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
And in the words of Ford Prefect, Drink up; the world’s about to end.
Catch up on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.