Writing Wednesday: Sad

     Just a little bit.  I posted on my Facebook page a couple days ago, so if you've already read it I apologize.  There's much in Sad I don't want to give away.  Always keep in mind, the writing I post here is unedited.

 As if by intuition, Bryce turned around.  He mouthed shit and grabbed my dad’s arm.  They began running toward me.  The world spun out of control.  I felt my body collapse and the cool, dewy grass enveloped me like nature’s coffin.  The stars in the sky whirled around, reminding me of Van Gogh’s Starry Night.  I couldn’t make out a single constellation, not Cassiopeia, not Orion, not even the Big Dipper.  Then it all stopped—the pain, the spinning, the whirling—and all turned dark, as if I’d just been sucked inside a black hole of emptiness.

Thanks for reading,

Megan