It’s Wednesday folks and that can only mean one thing! So here for your (brief) reading pleasure is this week’s failed* submission to the Adhoc Fiction 150 word challenge. The word prompt was bow and I hope you enjoy it as much as the voting public did.
Actually I’d prefer it if you enjoyed it a whole lot more than the voting public did. If it isn’t too much trouble.
* when I said failed submission I must just clarify that I didn’t fail to actually submit it. How rubbish would that be? I mean, I clearly suck, but that would be Dyson-On-Steroids levels of sucking.
Her hair is dark. Held back from her face with a simple bow in yellow silk as bright and pure as a single teardrop from a lemon sun. Her back is always turned. I try to speak, but the fickle mistress of dreams stays my tongue and I am left unsure if the woman with the sunlit ribbon in her hair knows I exist.
Such is the power of the vision that she bleeds into my waking thoughts. As dreams are spiteful, destiny is cruel. Our futures may never collide and yet she remains on the very fringes of possibility. Ever close. Ever far. Consuming me in delicate, scented mouthfuls. Hollowing me out without malice or intent.
On days such as this where steel clouds cocoon the sky and madness prowls I wonder if a silken yellow noose will support the weight of my pain.
Header image: By gailhampshire from Cradley, Malvern, U.K – Tussar Silk Moth Caterpillar. Antheraea mylitta.; yellow form., CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37844523