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