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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Twelve

She stood with her back against the wall
counting the grey tiles between
herself and the doorway

They went in, they came out, none spoke to her
She stood with her back against the wall
twelve tiles between her and seeing him

She heard the cry of agony
twelve steps would take her to him
instead she turned away, faced the wall weeping

Twelve steps were not enough this night
to keep her from harming
the one who had tried to save her


Written from the prompt at Daily Writing Practice Empty Hallway

3 comments:

Cat said...

I really liked the visual of this one Laura!

Sullivan McPig said...

Very beautiful

Shadows said...

The symbolism of the number and the use of the word "steps" was excellent.