Friday Fictioneers: Hills





For Madison Woods‘ Friday 100 word photo-prompt(picture above)-flash-fiction challenge.

I searched the hills for a role to play, in the rise and fall of a missing sun – for a power that wouldn’t melt in my hands, to break this nightness only I have suffered.

Up here with the Gods (the ones who took you, and promised to mend you) – I surrender and become – bigger than my bones – spiders now crawl into sockets meant for eyes, snakes glide around the fingers you used to hold. The pain is the howl of a distant wolf, one that worships no present moon.

I will bury you with me, as I’ve buried you in me (and one day I too will expire, to join you in some place nether).