One Step

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Do I have the energy to keep reaching out?

Submitted: June 15, 2016

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One Step.

Just one step is all it will take for me to reach out, hold on, stop the drift from moving me along. But my legs are so tired. My feet are like lead weights. I don't know that I am able to take that one single tiny step.

There is a mist that is descending. It is damp and grey. It chills my skin. I can still see you standing there. You are leaning towards me, stretching, straining in an effort to make our fingers touch. My arm drops beside me. I do not have the strength to carry on reaching out to you.

I can see your mouth opening to call out my name. But I am deaf. If you have made a sound it has not reached me. I moisten my lips, try to get them to move, to form the shapes of words. But my mouth won't respond, won't say your name. Won't say any word at all.

The mist has now become much denser, turning into a thick fog. I can no longer see your face although I can clearly picture it in my mind. You are just a shape now, barely discernible. I no longer have a chance of reaching out to you.

My tears fall freely unchecked, I am so sad to see you leaving me. I no longer have to hold them back. The fog is now so thick that you will not see them falling.

And now it is dark. I can't take any more. I have nothing left to struggle with now; energy, hope and love have deserted me. I close my eyes and let the darkness swallow me, devour me. And finally I succumb.

 


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