In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Powerful Suggestion.”
Small hands wrap around shaking ones. Fear and fear, together. She doesn’t cry; she’ll wait until later, a quiet girl emboldened by will entrapped in anxious possibility.
She forgets to breathe, withdraws. Suddenly, in this de-oxygenized state, they appear; familial strain upon the mount of War, shock and fear upon Pestilence, emotional void upon Famine and cancer upon Death.
Her life is changed forever.
I shake my head, watchful. A figure beside me. Bigger hands wrap around steady ones.
I call out, wistful: Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.
She looks to me, big brown eyes.
I hold her,: Don’t fear the unknowns, Kitti. They only exist in your imagination.