An outpouring of my lungs as I screamed into the sterile, silent air that hung over me like a thick, humid cloud sounded like the wildest battle cry of a murder of vehement crows, attacking anything and everything that threatened their next meal of a divine carcass, left like an offering to the gods.
© Sarah Doughty
For the #MayBookPrompts – The Sound And The Fury
Photo credit Pixabay, the edit is mine.
Again, apologies for no Him post today.
The migraines have persisted.
I hope to be back next Saturday with another installment.
Until then, feel free to catch up here.