Today's 100 words:
It was the roaring that made her crazy, the seashell sound of some indescribable fullness or heaviness, a rushing through the ear, never ceasing, forever consistent, only seeming to abate when the noise outside her head grew louder than the pounding within. She began to despise the quiet time she had always loved and craved, the only thing that brought peace to her mind, but now that peace danced hand in hand with strangeness and waltzed with insanity, and although she tried to ignore the cacophonous chaos, she wondered how long it would be before she was finally--blessedly--free.
Oh - someone told you about my day then?ReplyDelete
Thanks! I hope your day got better. :)Delete
This was fun to read. Really very lovely and evocative.ReplyDelete
So much in such a short space. What we want is rarely what we need.ReplyDelete
So true! Thanks, Martin. :)Delete