Portraits

Avatar Author: Schmendrick A great wizard in training. Read Bio

She is staring at me.

Hollow eyes, a subdued smile. A knowing expression.

I fidget uncomfortably. How had I gotten here, again?

I squint my eyes and send my thoughts inwards. Nothing is there. It’s emptier than my stomach.

Damn I’m hungry. I bang my head on the wall.

I remember something. Lights, shouting, a stabbing pain. Blackness.

Hunger.

A woman. Staring. Is that concern in her eyes?

I feel exposed.

The woman is not really there. It’s a portrait. The portrait is in a yellow frame. Gold? No, brass. It’s blackening a little.

I move to sit up. Pain. Blackness.

Hunger.

She is staring at me.

Hollow eyes, a subdued smile. A knowing expression.

So close. So far. Separated by infinity, just feet apart.

I am staring.

Hollow eyes, a grimace. A haunted expression.

A brass frame, slightly blackened.

Hunger.

Eternity.

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  1. Avatar Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA)

    Wow. This was rather trippy. Almost as if the man had suffered something or was under the influence of something and was trying to see through a haze of confusion. The repetition was nicely where it leaves you begging for more instead of being irksome. :) Nice writing

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