This is another Flashfiction February Piece, where the challenge was to convey an emotion without actually naming it. I went to a dark place with it, and tried to verbalize a struggle that many experience. I want to say more, but I feel like it would spoil it. Check the tags if you don’t want to be blindsided.
It seemed to Dani as if she were moving in slow motion, while the world kept on as it always had. She was behind in every conversation, her head full, each word she spoke, a battle.
There were entire moments when everything was normal, and then she would see something, think she should tell Graham about it, and a weight would press down on her chest, leaving her struggling to breathe.
People kept saying that it would be okay, but watching the world move so fast around her, she still couldn’t foresee a day where she wouldn’t wear black.
If it wasn’t obvious, the emotion was grief.
Anne McSommers' Writing Nook 