A Shelter For Forgotten Souls

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –  Liz Young

I built a sandcastle in the sky, just to spite the world. Pretty little thing, perched on a white cloud. I see it now for what it is…a deceptive miniature lighthouse, taunting me from above.

As my limbs succumb to frost, I contemplate the tenebrosity that stretches before me, wondering how long it will take for my sandcastle to crumble.

Generosity always comes in small amounts, so my mind tries to embrace this inability to feel his harsh hands removing my clothes.

I will keep you safe, he said.

Lying naked, I am not exposed. Because, underneath my skin lies pain.