So introducing the first from the 14 part series, "The Disappearing Clouds". Welcome to Too Dark Tuesdays.
There was no wind. A sour breeze makes my eyes water – don’t tell me anything or don’t even mention her name. Within dreams, the notes of a sweet song hum to the beat of her voice. Now they’re nightmares, only unconscious memories of vivid sounds of her voice in the distance. I can see her face, her hair blowing in the wind, and her voice asking, “What in the world are you looking at?” Everything, I responded back.
by derekwong