For visually challenged writers, theimage shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.
Time worn concrete wave That makes me smile My feet ache at the thought Of how many souls have trod These steps Leaving perfect bottom shaped seats To sit and chat with your neighbour Take a seat in a worn-out time machine See where it takes you…
Today, I have beaten Anita to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto entry! This mysterious castle just called me and I couldn’t help myself!
The air was so cold my lungs screamed with every breath and I had lost all feeling in my feet a while ago. Something I was grateful for, as they too had been in agony from the intense cold.
My breath seemed to hang in the air, inches from my face, the moisture rendered heavy enough to linger. I wanted to stop, to stand still and watch what would happen. Would my frozen breath drop to the ground like human snow?
However, I would not stop, not yet.
The snowy castle spires were visible now, appearing above the frozen trees as I drew closer. Each step became harder, every breath more painful. My thoughts scattering like snowflakes.
Defeat was visible now too, and I wondered if anyone would find me, a frozen statue still gazing at the distant destination…
Another lovely image and prompt from Sue Vincent, encouraging flights of fancy and other strange phenomena!
I lay beneath the branches of a great oak tree, the world around me flashing blue and white. Trapped inside a maze of bark and green leaves, the lightning continued to strike, searching for me.
How many others had fallen beneath this thunderous white light lost lives, their voices echoing through the woods.
The longer I lay there the more I noticed how the bark marbled its way along the branches, each leaf illuminated by more lightning, revealing a network of veins. Wonders I had walked by many times without noticing the beauty all around me.
Will the lightning take my fallen soul before I am found?