(100-word flash fiction)
His arms had been the bridge from her tormented world to his – calm, soothing, secure. She had dived into his open, welcoming heart, as though rushing in from a raging blizzard into a warm home.
Together they had sailed, on new adventures, like jubilant, freed prisoners.
She didn’t know then that life is always a prison.
Now, all she feels is submergence.
Cold, suffocating waters of indifference press into her mind, nostrils, lungs. Sobs sit heavy-footed on her chest like tons of water. Words claw with shark teeth at her throat to break free.
Maybe, fire is the escape.
Life’s a bitch sometimes, (I do have great respect for the female of the canine species 🙂 but it sounds compelling somehow 😀 ) because it keeps me away from joining the fun at the weekly gathering of the eclectic group called Friday Fictioneers, all shepherded lovingly by the lovely Rochelle.
This week’s photo prompt –