Prison

(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 –

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

 

26 comments on “Prison

  1. Wow, this is a really imaginative take on the prompt. In culinary terms you’ve turned a few everyday ingredients into a delicious, beautifully-presented meal. Lovely use of words. Well done.

    • Thanks Rochelle. Although, Gibran said this about JOY – Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
      And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
      And how else can it be?
      The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
      Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
      And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
      When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
      When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

  2. Wow, your words are full of the water, the seas, the sense of being swamped by waves etc. Well done!
    These words “Sobs sit heavy-footed on her chest like tons of water.”, just about sink me!

    • Gibran said this about Joy – Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
      And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
      And how else can it be?
      The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
      Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
      And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
      When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
      When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

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