[Image by Tautvydas Davainis]
As she watched the spiders traversing the
ceiling, she knew delirium had set
in, but realisation did not yet
serve to dissipate the illusion. The
sun shone on all beyond the curtain, left
hope on the other side of patterned red
flowers. For inside her room was dark, the
domain of shadows. A prisoner of
illness, she bode her time, awaited a
recovery she had been sure would’ve
come more quickly than it had. Enough. She
stumbled across the room, threw wide those red-
stained curtains and breathed deep the healing air.
The spiders shivered into nothingness.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]