There came a phase when everything was black. The tunnel seemed endless and charcoal dark.
Deep was the fall and air so still.
No words, no ideas not even a single thought came to my rescue. Ravenous clouds of fear had encircled me.
HOPE! A ray of light…something, somewhere…should be…. I fell with nothing to grasp.
The end seemed final with a shimmer approaching, its warmth and tenderness embraced me as I neared. The light so kind and gentle was full of knowledge and wisdom.
Clouds of fear had evaporated. I took a fill of life’s nectar in it. Totally drenched, wearing variegated wings of creativity I flew past the light.
I rejoiced and sang like a drunken bee.
Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.
Today’s photo is a contribution from Stephen Baum.
Thanks to Rochelle, a kind host, and Stephen for sharing the photo. I would also like to thank my readers for visiting, reading and sharing their views. 🙂