The prompt is initiated by an image, which is a wonderful kick in the brain cells for this writer, as I am inclined to create stories from images without a reason, this one in particular is a sculpture, done by a woman I had yet to meet. Claire Fuller, who provided us with this beautiful piece to write about.
|Copyright - Claire Fuller|
Even before his body cooled and became stiff, the stillness became noise inside her head. Months went by, the trail was cold. Nobody would blame her if they knew, but he did.
She could feel his presence, always there, in the back of her mind. It was like he had become a part of her in ways she could not explain to the rest of the world.
"…and the two became one." echoed in her head.
She made the choice to end his life, to escape him, but instead it bonded him to her forever.