My goal: To capture the essence of the moment.
The vector: A poetic, vivid-imagery micro-story.
Did I succeed? Let me know in the comments section below.
It was swift enough to lose myself within the maze, the race of thoughts that splattered my soul into single burning units of flame. After the war, all I remember is her name. Her face is an amorphous shadow, a flicker of light, a wisp of air that dwindles with the passing of time. Loneliness never had such a face, such daunting presence within me, until now. Creeping shadows engulf me and I am nevermore.
