For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone stairwell with an opening obscured by a bright light.
I could see the shadow of a man
In the light at the top of the stairs
Calling me to him
My name echoing soft inside my mind
I could not move
Fear held me at the bottom
In the dark where I felt safe
I wanted the light to go away
The voice to be silent
I am not ready to walk towards the light
Yet my name had been called
The fear surrounded me grew stronger…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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