Prose Sarah Newmann

Prose

Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. My vision blurred, and a few wisps of fog made their way to my eyes. I could feel its talon-like nails against my skin, yet whatever it was didn’t squeeze me. It was almost welcoming in such a strange situation.

“Where are we going?” I asked, careful with my words. I didn’t want to upset it, though its cold touch made me feel quite calm.

“Away,” it responded. It’s voice sounded scratchy and almost like dark chocolate boiling; however, it was very obviously female.

I could see a dim light not too far away and that was when I realized what grabbed me.

Her skin was like crushed satin, and a morbid blush covering her body though she was clothed in dirtied rags. Her hair was knotted and grimy as if drenched in a vat of black oil. Her nails had an unpleasant yellow color to them. I could just see her eyes, but they didn’t appear to be eyes at all. Instead they were holes from which she peered through.

She didn’t scare me. No. She made me feel like the worst was over, like I had known her before in a different life. She must be the one going through a lot, not me. She just saved me after all. I’m safe. It’s her that needs saving now.

Sarah Newmann