The sky looks fine. But my mind isn’t. I walk slow, dead slow as my dark thoughts endlessly flow. The city would soon turn dark, accompanying my darker ruminations.
Who would turn up to hold my hands and conclude the walk?
Atleast my shadow have these Street Lights. I’m elated.
This post is in response to 50 Word Thursday Challenge #90 – To find the muse in the picture above or from the prompt given below.
‘You worry me, Catherine. You seem to think you’re quite invincible.” ― Lorraine Heath, In Bed with The Devil
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