Back in the saddle
Ok, kicking off my sidling back into the fandom, here's a drabble.
Before, it was simple. A life in monochromatic black and white. How easy to be a soldier, to make decisions, to do what must be done until the end came, filled with blinding light. But now the world had lost its colour, and she had lost her way. The light had turned to pitch, a dark so thick it had crept into her newly restored lungs and crushed her heart. Around her all was grit and dust. It hurt her eyes, clogging her throat and dressing her in grimy despair. “Ashes to ashes,” she thought, kissing the vampire who understood.
Comments, thoughts, criticisms welcome. Oh, and it's 100 words exactly.
Before, it was simple. A life in monochromatic black and white. How easy to be a soldier, to make decisions, to do what must be done until the end came, filled with blinding light. But now the world had lost its colour, and she had lost her way. The light had turned to pitch, a dark so thick it had crept into her newly restored lungs and crushed her heart. Around her all was grit and dust. It hurt her eyes, clogging her throat and dressing her in grimy despair. “Ashes to ashes,” she thought, kissing the vampire who understood.
Comments, thoughts, criticisms welcome. Oh, and it's 100 words exactly.