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Stories by Christian Cloud Abraham

The Dark Blue Pages

MEMOIR PROJECT ROUGH DRAFT

I am here under the dark blue waters of the Loch. Some would call them an inky black, but I am an optimist, so I call them dark blue. I am in a room trapped under the Loch. In this room are a chair and a noose that dangles down from a hole in the stone ceiling—the ceiling wet and the color of oil in the candlelight. I am told by my demon that there is only one way out of this room. One simple way out. The demon never says it, but I know it is the noose. I used to live in the sunlight on the shores of the Loch, but on a dark night, she forsook me and told me to surrender as she threw me overboard; my body bound and my feet chained to a weight. When the water turned a beautiful luminescent shade of blue, I died.

So here I am in the underworld of the Loch with my demon, a chair, and a noose. Oh, and the most important thing—the only thing you can take with you—the memories of living. I’ve already swallowed the worm for the day, now the sickness begins.

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© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on August 27, 2006 in
Emotion: Fear, Type: Creative Nonfiction