Today's picture prompt was a bit of a challenge. Let me know what you think of my offering, please.
Like the mirage the image had to be the majestic building rose out of the swirling mists. Just moments before those swirls had filled her lungs, their icy tendrils drawing her in and under. In her panic she’d tried to scream but no sound had escaped past the lump in her throat. Despair had sat on her chest like a suffocating blanket, and then she’d been free.
Free from worry and pain, carried to this place on invisible wings. The warm breeze lifted the tendrils of hair off her face like a lover’s caress.
“Step up. It’s time, my child.”
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Till next week, folks.