Possessed – 3 Word Wednesday

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He can devastate me with only a look. No words are necessary.

We are intertwined, like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. So resilient in one circumstance, so friable and delicate in another.

I do not yet have the measure of him. I am almost certain that it will be a lifetime’s work. I may not complete it in the years left to me on this earth.

My mood will plummet like the setting sun, as surely as his mood takes me down with him. He is a dark man, a man of the night’s soul, a man of the calm before the storm.

I can no more extricate myself from him, than the fly caught in the spider’s web. The more I struggle, the more fast am I caught.

It will surely hurt less if I accept my plight.

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This is my latest entry to 3 Word Wednesday, I hope you enjoy it’s darkness and menace. Please do take a look at the other offerings!

This week, the words are:

Devastate

Gossamer

Plummet

Vanquished – 3 Word Wednesday

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I am undone.

Routine is whisked away on the winds roaring outside, battering the trees, rattling the windows, bruising the very fabric of the earth. So it has been, for decades.

My days (used to) consist of the familiar, the mundane. Draw water from the well, feed the goats and chickens, wash, eat breakfast, read, write, nap, eat… No different than most, these days. We eke out our existence in isolated homesteads tens of miles apart. A joy before, a chore in these times. I crave companionship. I do not wish to rot here, alone. My mind is a hard taskmaster.

You arrived, unknown and unannounced. Nobody had mentioned you on my last monthly trip round the vicinity. The advent of a stranger does not go unnoticed, does not happen cloaked in silence. Our lives are so predictable, it’s what passes for excitement.

The mists shrouded the house, as if to keep your presence a secret. You stood, framed in my doorway, backlit by an ethereal, muted grey light. You are dressed entirely in black. A cloak, a brimmed hat, sturdy boots.

I gave you shelter, because that’s how we survive, helping one, helping all. Isolation, division and distrust serve no purpose in these times.

You said little. I am used to silence within these four walls. I felt no urge to fill the void for I am gifted in this strength of character. You will tell what is necessary, when the time comes.

And the time has come. And the time is now. I must reciprocate. The urge to do so is intense – it overwhelms me. The air has shifted.

I am undone.

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This is my latest entry to 3 Word Wednesday and is linked to my entry to Magpie Tales.

This week, the words are:

Gifted

Intense

Rot

It’s dark, yet intriguing, right? What do you imagine is going on?

The Gift – Five Sentence Fiction

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I am in your hands.

My mind has unfurled, it has relented and allowed you to explore the shadows and the darkness.

It is not in my gift to resist you.

My barriers are down, I am unprotected.

Responsibility lies with you.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…