Friday, March 23, 2012

The fog

Today's 100 words:

She journeyed to the healer, fell upon her knees, begged for help, a cure, an end to the fog that blurred the edges of her world, that made her feel as though all sounds--hellos, good-byes, a child's cries--were coming to her through a wall of denseness, and even the sound of her own voice echoed through her head, loud and brash, until a whisper seemed like thunder or the blast of the trumpet carried by that band member as he marched down the street-left, right, left--past her closed window and closed drapes and closed ears.

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