This year's NaNoWriMo project. I'm revved up and ready to go!
In her agony, she became aware of a psychic pain as devastating as her physical pain. Instinctively, she reached out, all inhibitions torn away by her own distress. She reached out to find the source; she reached out to comfort.
An impression of family; small and happy. An accident; a drunk driver…a little boy, barely learning to walk. A name pushing through the growing haze; Mayson. A woman, lying lifeless in the driver’s seat.... Mayson's whole world gone.
She reached for Mayson’s pain; her guilt and sorrow; and took it on herself. She brought it in and shared the burden. She felt a spear going through her heart.
Is this what losing feels like?
Coupled with her own injuries and this unfamiliar outpouring of grief, she did the only thing left; she let her conscious mind go. As she went, she whispered.
You’re not alone
In her agony, she became aware of a psychic pain as devastating as her physical pain. Instinctively, she reached out, all inhibitions torn away by her own distress. She reached out to find the source; she reached out to comfort.
An impression of family; small and happy. An accident; a drunk driver…a little boy, barely learning to walk. A name pushing through the growing haze; Mayson. A woman, lying lifeless in the driver’s seat.... Mayson's whole world gone.
She reached for Mayson’s pain; her guilt and sorrow; and took it on herself. She brought it in and shared the burden. She felt a spear going through her heart.
Is this what losing feels like?
Coupled with her own injuries and this unfamiliar outpouring of grief, she did the only thing left; she let her conscious mind go. As she went, she whispered.
You’re not alone
