Red

My entry for this week's 100 Word Stories challenge

We look across the room and meet each other's gaze. Deep dormant trauma stirs, rising and morphing through layers of thawing emotion until it surfaces masked and cloaked.

We oscillate from pole to pole, emotional magnets flipping between attraction and repulsion; love and hate; benevolence and jealousy; anger and sadness; connection and isolation.

Marionettes on invisible strings, we dance until we are entangled and bound. If numbness does not prevail, we descend back through the depths. To the pain and grief hiding beneath our rage. And the terror cowering in the heart of our desire. Silently praying to be healed.