DARK SHADOWS

 Writing prompt is Shadows:

In the dark and shadows, her stomach still feels queasy. Looking about the darkened room, she tries to will herself to sleep but her mind continues to drift back to what had happened.

Stupid, vulnerable girl. Believing words she wanted to hear. Not listening to what was really said. Or more important, to what wasn't said.

Oh things progressed faster than they should! She had simply wanted to feel alive. But instead, she felt emptier than ever. No reassurances, but why should there be? It was difficult becoming wise to the ways of the world. Beneath the exuberant confidence; hopeless naivete.

Light from the street cast shadows--flooding in through the slats of the Venetian blinds. Horizontal lines on the wall --like 3D notebook paper. Lines that could be filled with the story of what had happened. But there was no story, just blank lines.

Rolling over, she faces the dark, blank wall but she's scared of the dark and the shadows now. Clicking on the light, she pulls the blanket up over her eyes and goes to sleep.