Time again for Friday Fictioneers, graciously hosted by the ever talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. Follow the link to join the party.
Photo Copyright: Madison Wood
My heart is caught. I close my eyes and feel the barbed vice tightening across my chest. Every night I see him. I am sure of it. I never see his face or hear him speak, but I know he’s there. I’m forever chasing shadows, casting lines I can’t reel in. He is in my head. He’s in my dreams.
But dreams are like water, they’re fluid, diluted into thoughts, and thoughts become wants and wants become needs. I want him to be there. I need him to be there.
Because if he’s not,
then he’s gone,
and if he’s gone,
then I’m alone.