It drifts through the dark, a chill wisp of mist on cold night air. Slowly writhing across the river; a dark contrivance wreathing here and there. Silhouetted against misted window panes. Stealthily, a shadow under a rare blue moon. Passed locked doors, seeking entry through cracks and flaws--the memory, I must not allow in.Have a wonderful Friday everyone. It's past midnight and I have just finished work, I need sleep. I will catch up with with your 55's later, on Friday.
If you've written 55 words, no more no less, drop
in on G-Man, leave a comment and he will pay you a visit.
Love,
14 comments:
Yes, certain memories must be held at bay. A great depth to this one.
'Those' memories always seem to find their way in don't they?
Great 55 m'dear. :)
Mine's up too.
What a great description to go with that picture!
Some memories are best left 'Foggy'.
Thank You once again Eaton for sharing your wonderful talent with us.
have a great sleep, and a Wonderful Week-End...G
Lighter than air, not as easily seen as the mist, when it comes to clutter, memory is the one thing that is inescapable.
Beautiful, flowing. Often we shape the mist to what we want to remember.
I could not find your 55 at first, so I also saw the wonderful church window pictures!
eaton this piece is outstanding! absolutely perfect in mood, in setting, in eerie spookiness with a hint of a threat...
Oooo good one! I suffered that feeling just last night for no particular reason.
Ooops deleted my comment! Im new to all this.
I agree with shadow this is outstanding! Xoxo
How true...the way they creep in is scary at times...
Just left a blog award for you over on my page: http://www.texasredbooks.com/2009/06/award-roundup.html
oh...man...this did not help me..I am freezing...it is COLD here, and I refuse to turn on my heat in June..and then I read this...LOL!
Well written as usual though...
This is wonderful..love the imagery here-
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