Exercises
“In the void”

In the void of madness she stood overlooking the highway from her terrace. Below, cars created a cacophony all their own – horns blowing, tires screeching, engines humming, traffic cops yelling.

An arm snaked around her waist. She tilted her head toward the face of a sinewy fellow with a scruffy face and calm eyes. Noise held no place for her in this moment. The sky smiled, the sun felt like a warm hug.

Miraculous, considering one year ago almost to the day she’d suffered the loss of her city, her home. External forces beyond anyone’s real or imagined control had stolen the principles her country stood for in a series of actions lasting no more than a few hours. Loss, like a lover with ulterior motives, can elude meaning. Only though its aftermath can healing begin.

She squeezed her body against his scrawny arms. Bony and angular, they still felt more protective to her than those of a linebacker. It was the exposed glint in his countenance that allowed her to feel safe even when the nightmares attacked. Sometimes their absence was an unwelcome void she’d grown entirely too accustomed to the pain. Its comfort reminded her how to feel when she’d lost the ability amid the whirpool of memories swirling like Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” in her mind’s eye.

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Comments:
 
hoodiegirl   hoodiegirl wrote
on 4/14/2008 12:55:29 PM
Wow. Very impactful for a short piece.

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 4/13/2008 11:25:31 PM
Fantastic work of prose. You have a great use of the language.

debby   debby wrote
on 4/13/2008 7:28:04 PM
Please continue! You have already captured me. . . .post more!

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