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Darkness Come, Fate's Will Be Done...
Some several years ago...
When the night has come
She sat at her kitchen table, phone in hand, and waited.
And the land is dark
Not a single light on in the house and as the hours passed, shadows crept up the walls.
And the moon is the only light we see
Blue-white light reflected in the glass surface of the table and she stared into her own dark eyes, looking down as the mirror image glared back in accusation.
No I won't be afraid
Not until the phone rang. Not until she knew for certain.
No I won't be afraid
She jumped, startled, when the ringer cut through the thick weight of the silence—she didn’t want to answer. “Hello…?”
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
He was gone. Now she knew. They weren’t just dreams or maybes or what-ifs. They were all true.
And she was alone.
Chantal Weller
Bound By Interest
110 words (not counting lyrics)
When the night has come
She sat at her kitchen table, phone in hand, and waited.
And the land is dark
Not a single light on in the house and as the hours passed, shadows crept up the walls.
And the moon is the only light we see
Blue-white light reflected in the glass surface of the table and she stared into her own dark eyes, looking down as the mirror image glared back in accusation.
No I won't be afraid
Not until the phone rang. Not until she knew for certain.
No I won't be afraid
She jumped, startled, when the ringer cut through the thick weight of the silence—she didn’t want to answer. “Hello…?”
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
He was gone. Now she knew. They weren’t just dreams or maybes or what-ifs. They were all true.
And she was alone.
Chantal Weller
Bound By Interest
110 words (not counting lyrics)