The following story was written in response to Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers photo prompt. This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner
Kelvin M. Knight
She knew the way. Through this darkness that once was light. This coldness that would burn her. This emptiness which filled her.
Eventually, that misshapen orb of whiteness, hanging, floating. Visceral beauty personified.
Something stirred inside her. That moon reached out. She plummeted, drifted, then rose and fell. Forgotten breaths deep inside her.
Her mind opened. Three flopped out. A trio of white dots lost to this blackness. Hers. Theirs. Streaks of bouncing greyness. They crackled. They hissed. This language they spoke she forgot lifetimes ago.
Their excitement bubbled. Their wonder expanded. These auras engulfed her as she had them.
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