In front of them, the sky was dark and brooding and the old shack stood cold and alone. Her voice was quiet, barely audible in the eerie silence that filled the room. ‘It scares me,’ she whispered ‘the all encompassing darkness is closing in, I can feel panic rising in my chest.’
‘Try focussing on the light underneath, the brightness of a new dawn – a new future.’ He pointed at the brighter patch of sky before laughing and moving on to the next picture, deftly swiping a full champagne flute off of a passing waiter and without a backward glance.
This is my entry into week 156 of the 100 word challenge for grown ups – to see more or to enter for yourself, click here.