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The fog formed suddenly, creating a vacuum that sucked the air from beneath her. Always one for proper etiquette he'd made sure to bring a gift . . . a clouding of consciousness that was bestowed upon her in a quixotic gesture.
Voluminous shadows marred her vision. Disorientated she stumbled and struggled to regain her composure. It was hard to concentrate and she found herself scrambling to make sense of it all. Rubbing her head with both hands she tried to remember if this was a memory or simply the everyday as though images from some forgotten dream.
As the fog languished she wondered whether this soupy sludge would ever dissipate, but deep down she knew . . . . . the brain . . . . .that was his favorite resting place.
Linking up with Texture Tuesday.
Linking up with Texture Tuesday.
Powerful and evocative. What wonderful...ominous..hopeful words!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marcie :0)
DeleteYes! Could not have expressed it better myself.
ReplyDeleteAs one who gets a lot of brain fog from my sleeping disorder, this resonates with me all too well unfortunately...top if off with menopause and hot flashes and yes you get thick soupy sludge!! (sometimes more like quicksand)
ReplyDeleteYou hit on the nail -- prefectO in all forms to explain brain fog.. awesome way you used the texture on the image too - like how you have different values of color.. I agree with Kim Stevens too totally 100%.. wink!
ReplyDeleteHugs
Love all the texture on this, Textures within a texture.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Perfect title.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing to me how evocative your images are - how you create something completely different from the source material. Beautiful texture processing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda, what a lovely compliment.
DeleteVery moving piece both in image and words Kathryn. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a complex image, and I love the story details, the "quixotic gesture".
ReplyDeleteI found the word quixotic when I was trying to search for an alternative to what I had. . . it was a new one for me and I loved it.
DeleteKathryn
PS Loved the guest post of Brenda's . . .
Your creation reminds me of a tangled mass of undergrowth in winter. Out of the mist I would expect to see a little sparrow pop out, and add a bit of bright color and a calming little song to encourage my day :^)
ReplyDeleteI know just how that fog feels...
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