Hello, hello! Something new today. I joined a writer’s website, Absolute Write, and from there, a blog chain. The idea is that we all write a post on a topic, and then share!
The topic is “Winter’s Nightmare”, as my regular readers can imagine, only one thing came to my mind. Try as I might I couldn’t shake it. So I decided to take one of my experiences in healing from child abuse and fictionalize it. So this is fiction, a first for me, but yes, it is based on my own experiences. I have to tell you, branching out into fiction was fun, but nerve-racking. I needed a few friends to read this and assure me that it was ok, before I could dare to post it on my blog. Special thanks to them! After my post, you will find a list talented writers and their Winter’s Nightmares, be sure to stop in and visit them!
And here we go…
Once the decision was made, he wasted no time in taking me to the entrance of the cave. I had visited there only in my dreams. The lifeless desert and sharp crags of rocks surrounding the cave mirrored what I felt inside. With no sheltering trees, a chill wind pulled at the edges of my cloak. Reflexively I pulled it tighter around me whether from the cold, fear or both, I cannot say. My advisor seemed not to feel the wind, he simply nodded to the entrance of the cave. I held my breath for a moment, then released it. My head ached, and I was nauseous, but I stepped inside. The darkness poured over me like a waterfall. Seeking reassurance, I turned back towards the entrance, and my advisor, but there was only blackness. Other options removed, I took a step, so small it can really not be called a step, deeper into the cave.
“Come,” he breathed for truly it seemed more like a breath than a word. “Come closer.” His words wrapped themselves around me. I felt the pulling sensation magnified. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body had turned to clay. My mouth seemed filled with sand.
Ancestors forgive me, but I reached deep within and with all the strength I could find I shook my head, “She’s not real. She’s not real. I don’t have to rescue her because she’s not real.” My head was throbbing now. My thoughts churned. I thought I was losing my mind. I cried and tried to grasp on to one thread of reality before it was all snatched from me.
Advisor was there. I stood before him with my head bowed ashamed. “I failed.”
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