She knew it was pointless to use whiskey to wash away the pain of the razor-sharp words, spewing from his mouth; but she was totally alone, attempting to unlock and isolate the truth. Struggling and gasping, she clung desperately to each breath, as if each were her last.
She was lost amid the murky marsh of silky slime; swept under, aswirl in the eddy of this putrid puddle.
Still, she was alone in the darkness, until a nearly Imperceptible tiny shard of light broke through, filling the vacuum created by the shrinking silhouette of his lanky frame, disappearing into nothingness, as he strode away from her.
Befuddled no more, bathed now in life-sustaining light, She knew she’d won her race for sanity.
This was inspired by:
The Sunday Whirl, a challenge that puts forth a Group of unconnected words, and ask that the writer pull them together into a cohesive piece.
And by the quote/ prompt from “Write at the Edge”:
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King, Jr.