I thought my readers would enjoy this. It is something I wrote because of a friend’s challenge to write about a picture she posted. This is what I came up with from the picture.
Behind the Veil
By Damian Bloodstone (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Copyright © 10/24/2014 All Right Reserved. This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.
The slick pulling filled his ears. Cries muffled to gasps mixed with the coaxing words wrapped his mind. The droplets beaded in a sweat of fear causing gooseflesh mixed with their heat.
Shades of grey lurked behind the solid veil. It wavered moaning as if the animal it was. The low primal growl, scratching and clawing to the surface, struck fear in his heart. A strange sensation threatened to shatter the veil. A wave hit. He fell deeper, each moment closer to the veil.
A racing heartbeat and breathing filled his ears. Was it his or another’s beyond the frosted veil?
He pulled away from that door. His doorway blocked by the veiled image of something too primitive for logic or reason, something terrifying.
Silence filled him. Everything so distant, so parted from his senses as cracks showed in the veil. A stroking touch provided the harmonic twang to his soul. It shattered as if glass. The veil pierced. His world disjoined as primal prevailed, body moved without reason and mind quieted in the moment. Eyes closed with that primitive embrace. A silenced cry escaped him. Everything lost for that single instance of la petite mort.
He struggled in her embrace hearing her words of comfort and love whispered. Was she truly here or only a part of that primitive? Her warmth next to him at this time of loss and awakening proved physical.
Senses returning, his logic and reason followed. To know such loss terrified him, wrapped in the safety of her arms. Was she demon or angel? The question didn’t matter. She was here, his primal, and with the la petite mort, she so lovingly pushed him to experience. His desires made physical. He slept.