A drabble
The sharp images she had carefully tucked away now had a fuzzy quality, almost as if her mind needed glasses to regain their lost clarity. The more she looked for their distinctive outlines that set them apart from the rest, the more they merged with the rest of her unremarkable memories. The islands of vivid colors she had carefully nurtured for sustenance were dissolving, leaving a collage of totally insipid colors that depressed her. So she did the next best thing. She shut them out completely, creating instead her own islands of impossible colors in the sea of her consciousness.
Written for 3WW CCCXLVIII
Prompt words this week: sharp, fuzzy, depressed
Shail's Nest 
A brilliant piece- So beautifully put! Don’t know why, I seem to have special sentiments for this one line -” The islands of vivid colors she had carefully nurtured for sustenance were dissolving, leaving a collage of totally insipid colors that depressed her”
Welcome to Shail’s Nest, Susmy and thank you 🙂
Love it! What a great idea this writing prompt is! Nice word play 🙂
Good to see you, Ken. Thank you 🙂
My pleasure – so I’ve not got to you so much recently… 😦
Wow, that was quite some post there. Powerfully poignant images conveyed in a short, crisp, precise post.
You appreciation is appreciated, Jairam 🙂
Very nice Shail. Like always you succeed in creating beautiful imagery with the words. You drabble is a painting 🙂
Thank you Kajal 🙂
so beautifully expressed . Its like a clever mix of prose and poem. Visualised it
Thank you, Afshan 🙂
Wow!!.. what an enchating read .. loved how beautifully you expressed it.. loving your blog..
I guess this is your first comment here and that warrants a welcome to Shail’s Nest! Thank you 🙂
Enjoyed how you used the words. I guess eventually all those sharp memories will turn a little fuzzy.
Indeed, unless you have some illness that hurries things a bit.
Thank you and welcome to Shail’s Nest 🙂
You weave tales magically. Yes, magic is the word.
Aww… thank you Debo! 🙂