Let me know what you think should precede or should follow from the below piece. Should it be a longer tale? Should it stand on it’s own as one of my usual micro-stories? Have your say in the comments!
Dark Things
The thickening of the mist wore down the day to it’s last fading glimmer. One couldn’t see the dusk only the transition from a wall of swirling grey to a wall of flat black. Night had built its prison around us, cold and damp and everywhere closing in; the inevitable promise of ‘no escape’ settled over all our minds like concrete tombs. Dawn was the only reprieve from the hangman’s noose of fear that was ever tightening around our drying throats. It was dark. The dark was where the ‘dark things’ moved across the land, rolling over themselves like running excited dogs, hunting with glee the game of men’s souls.
Carry on! You’ve only just begun. This could lead anywhere – dark matter, anti-matter, the subconscious energy of our gut instincts that you can’t prove but feel. This could move back to basics regarding the human condition, reflecting our inner fears or simply a transition of light & dark as our shadows reveal another form of self. Could be a journey of life & death, how our senses when deprived of sight leave us to examine our darkest thoughts. Fact or fiction, I say keep writing & see where it leads.
May the force be with you!