Friday Fictioneers: Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts a photo prompt. The rules include maintaining (as near as possible) a 100 word fictional piece pertaining to the image. For more information, and to share your writings, please use this link.
It reminded her of the sands of time.
She had long remembered the time; it could not be forgotten. It bit at her as a dog with a bone. It gnawed at her fingers; not giving way to healing.
Yes, it had been an eternity of dread; a fierce coercive erosion within her soul. And here it stood baring her way forward like a portal into the unknown.
She longed to touch it, pleasure it with her warmth; and yet its demeanour stood cold and unrelenting before her.
Who had said ‘time heals all wounds’?
Didn’t they know of her?
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