16. The One They Left Behind Them
Days run together with nights; visions, waking and sleeping, fill my head. Some, pleasant—fireside suppers with friends held dear—until my hollow inside recalls reality.
Gloom surrounds me, encouraging darker dreams. Black hoods, black cloaks, clutching black hands...running, breathless and frightened...and woods, dark and deep, where friends were lost—or were they?
A small spark sprang to life; courage flowed through unlikely veins—too little, too late. Rough hands had borne me to this hole. 'Twas I who was lost.
The door opens, surprisingly gentle hands lift me...Who is this young giant with the booming voice?
By ~Nessime
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Discussion welcome - in the Drabble Mini-challenge #1 or in Nessime's Notes
Gloom surrounds me, encouraging darker dreams. Black hoods, black cloaks, clutching black hands...running, breathless and frightened...and woods, dark and deep, where friends were lost—or were they?
A small spark sprang to life; courage flowed through unlikely veins—too little, too late. Rough hands had borne me to this hole. 'Twas I who was lost.
The door opens, surprisingly gentle hands lift me...Who is this young giant with the booming voice?
By ~Nessime
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Discussion welcome - in the Drabble Mini-challenge #1 or in Nessime's Notes
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