Into the Gray
I sit by the window looking outside. The dawn has barely broken, and a fine mist is suspended just above the lake’s surface. The silence of the morning has an eerie feel to it. The sun yet to show itself, hidden by the foreboding still-dark clouds.
Having barely slept my eyes are sore. Puffy bags have formed under my lower lids. A small price to pay for a night without bad dreams. It has been four days since arriving at the cabin and I have yet to see another soul.
I venture outside and down the slope to the water’s edge. Mist still visible providing a light blanket of cover. Shedding the confinement of clothing I slip into the cold water. Allowing it to consume me and in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. The water washes away the nightmares that had consumed me.
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse. She has given us the following line of poetry to be the prompt for our piece of Flash Fiction. "In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed" by Celia Dropkin,from, “In Sullivan County” D'Verse Prosery is Flash Fiction of exactly 144 words excluding the title. Image by Esther Heide from Pixabay
Beautifully descriptive writing <3
Thank you! I appreciate it very much ☺️💕
Taking that morning swim can be so much., I love where it took you
Thank you Bjorn ! ☺️💕
Lovely imagery, gloomy yet peaceful. Your use of the line is refreshing…. the way those horrible dreams are washed away in the gray. Good riddance!
Thank you Mish. I responded to your lovely comment several days ago but I think it got lost. Sorry about that. Yes too many bad dreams sometimes and we need to cleanse ☺️💕
That sounds like a great place, I find the descriptions and lack of people peaceful. Except for the foreboding and eerie that are mentioned. But it seems that was washed away in the end. I wonder did the sun appear too.
Thank you! ☺️💕 The character here only sees dark and is dealing with some issues. 😧 I think the swim was helpful though and the sun will shine through eventually.
A mysterious, vivid tale, Christine! It does make me curious what would happen next.
Thank you Joyce ☺️❤️
You’re welcome.
I was drawn into the story, but now I wonder what she (or he) is escaping. I agree with Lisa that it sounds creepy, yet the narrator is rested. You might need to write a sequel. 😏
Maybe so Merril ☺️ Thanks so much. I’m happy it got your attention 💕
You’re welcome, Christine!
Vividly described the scene and feelings.
Thank you dear Sadje ☺️❤️🌺
You’re most welcome
I enjoyed your story. You did a great job with the prompt.
Thanks so much Dwight☺️🌺
Christine, I like the curative properties the water has when she steps into it. The other forms of precipitation have a menacing quality to them in comparison. That place sounds a little creepy with no other people around but maybe that’s what she is looking for? Nice atmospheric writing!
Thank you Lisa! I wanted it to be atmospheric because the character had problems they were dealing with 😧