Word 2: Water
Disruption of Disaster
Tittering on the edge of disaster has become uncomfortably familiar. Laura is waiting to be pushed to the valley of emotional death. Instead of the shove, she feels dampness caress her back and slowly permeate into the pores of her skin. Laura closes her eyes inhales, losing herself in the overflow, allowing disaster’s substitute by a refreshing alternative. She sticks out her tongue, savoring the salt, the acidity a necessity in this journey: the digestion serving as an excavation, the purification of the toxins which have too long haunted her soul. When Laura opens her eyes, the valley has disappeared.
P.S. This was one of those where I was so tempted to go beyond the one paragraph, but I think I did a pretty good job...lol