Thursday, March 03, 2011

black

Slowly she can hear him closing in on her. Her eyes fall shut in defeat, fear closing it's clutches around her soul. His right leg drags behind him. it's been like that ever since the accident. She knows the familiar sound all to well and dread its familiarity.

Behind the sofa she sits holding onto her knees as if it will make her smaller, less visible. Her small frame stuck between the wall and the sofa, she should have said something when the nice lady was here today. She should have said she fears the night falling over this house.

But this is a fear, a need, a terrible hate that grows with her daily.

As much as she hates it, she does not know anything but it.

5 comments:

the walking man said...

It is the duty of the big to take the young by the hand and lead them to a place where fear is only a word in a dictionary and the right of the old to let go of that fear learned as youths.

etain_lavena said...

sometimes neither of that happens:)

But that would be the best way.

Charles Gramlich said...

Once the fear gets in, it never completely goes away.

etain_lavena said...

Yes very true Charles:)

laughingwolf said...

to overcome fear, one must face it... often alone, sometimes with a hand to hold....