He caught a glimpse of her when she thought herself unobserved. Whatever demons were at work, their grip was powerful. Her eyes were dark pools, her breath, a sighing filled with sorrow. Motionless, she sat isolated in a shadowy corner of the clattering café.
He approached her, despite his misgivings. He was drawn toward the strength of her need. In her solitude she was amplified, magnified rather than diminished.
When she sensed him nearing she looked up, her eyes penetrating, his soul flinching. She smiled then, radiating, making the darkness and the demons seem a myth not to be believed.
{In response to this week’s word prompt from velvetverbosity.com: “myth”}
A very powerful 100 words. Wonderful imagery.
Thank you, Tara!
Very nice! I know how easy it is to slip off into my own little world. You captured it well.
Thanks, Deana! That seems to be how I’m feeling these days.
I usually dislike long sentences. But your descriptions took me on a ride. I liked this 100 words a lot.
The last two lines killed. Well done.
Thanks, Lance! I intentionally took a different approach this week.
creepy and spooky and filled with darkness. Love it
Thanks, Carrie! I was hoping to create an atmosphere. I appreciate your feedback.
What a powerful entry, and so intriguing. I love all the descriptors.
Thanks, “M”! I’m glad you stopped by and commented. I appreciate your feedback.