I ran…ran as fast as I could, as far as I could. Without a sense of direction, I fled in that one momentary lapse of his attention, in all these years, from this small, dark, and stingy, dungeon in this deep forest.
I had with me, a recurring dream…the last thing, I believe, I remember of a past, I had. It fuelled my escape from this hopelessness.
” The long-lasting dream.
The last thing I ever remember of life.
The last place I saw, from where I was abducted.
The last place I was warned not to be…
It stood tall, even after all these years…covered in green moss, beautiful and unloved, showing a way
Way-Stone”
In my pounding heart, I can already feel the calmness of a home, somewhere nearby!!
Linking for the #writephoto challenge.
Many unanswered questions for imagination to ponder.
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True that. Yet, I find a completeness in this one.Thanks Sue for stopping by!
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It is complete as a story… but all stories grow from other unseen stories 🙂
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