Thursday, November 29, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday 11-30-12

Hi Everyone!
I know I've been out of the loop for quite some time. Missing in action. I have lots of excuse for my absence but as they say, no good reasons. I've missed you all thoroughly.
So pass the paddle, offer me up a good round of disicplinary action and let's get this show on the road.
For those not in the know, Flash Fiction Friday is brought to you by those wild and crazy (but loveable) characters of Will Blog For Sex,  a writing group that meets on Facebook. Each week a photo is presented to spark our imaginations. We are allowed 100 words, no more and no less to tell a story, create a dialogue and capture interest. This week the picture got to me in a different way and I had to share what I saw. Thank you for your patience.
I know this face, this look.
The battle scarred and war weary recognize one of our own.
On the surface, an angry hunger, a desperate desire for change. Naked pain exposed.

“Why me?“
“When will it end?”
“If only…”
“Who cares.“

Hurt, mistrust, exhaustion. Loneliness that feels bigger than a mortal body can hold, surrounding an emptiness nothing can fill.
And fear. Paralyzing. Unable to move forward. Too late to go back. Stuck on the side of the cliff with the tide coming in and no help from above. Rescue won't come.
I know this face. I know Depression, intimately.

Thank you, again for walking down my path a brief while. I'd love to hear what you think, so leave me a comment. And be sure to check out my partners in crime at the links below. See you soon.

J S Morbius:
Naomi Shaw: