Posted Thursday August 11
She sits and stares. Unfocused eyes swimming to the horizon, gazing into infinity. No sign of tears. Her expressionless face an empty canvas, a sea of pallor.
I look into her eyes. I see nothing but a swirling mist of grey, that sparkle gone. I try to ask why, but a cloud of despair envelopes her. She hears me not.
I will wait. I’ll stay by her side for as long as it takes for her to return. But for now, she walks a path of her own. Somewhere. Alone. I know not where.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Adam Ickes for the inspirational photograph.