Blinded By The Dark

Blinded By The Dark

She stopped and tried to stare. But all beyond the realm of the sodium lights lay dark. Nothing registered. Not scent, nor sound, nor motion. Even her borzoi, normally giddy at the prospect of a walk, was reticent to continue beyond.

T looked for the moon but found nothing. She searched for stars but there were none. The only lights were those of the street, and the few windows without their curtains pulled. This late in the year there weren’t even Christmas decorations to brighten the way. 

A wind blew in from behind her. It pushed at T and tried to pull her towards the edge of the light. Snow drifted over the brink and was lost. Both the dog and T struggled to back into the wind. It’s roar filled her ears and the dog dropped to ground, it’s belly sliding on the icy road.

T turned and pried her way against the wind and the sucking darkness. She sought the streetlight which stood unwavering. But the leash caught. Her dog wouldn’t move, paralyzed on the vertiginous periphery of the town. She called for the creature but the wind swept her words away. She dragged and pulled and pleaded but the dog would not budge.


Today’s art is courtesy of Eran Fowler from Richmond, Canada.

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