Isolation.
Desolation.
Loneliness.
Seclusion.
Solitude.
Imagine an agent, young and inexperienced.
Smoke rises from the ruins of the foreign city he was assigned to. Moonlight is the only illumination that is given- all the streetlights are broken, and the shards of glass reflect the stars.
His job is finished, but everybody is dead- the enemy is dead, the townspeople are dead, his team is dead.
Everybody's dead except for him.
The bitter dark encompassing him seals the solitude he lives in.
And there's no way to get out of it.
Thanks to Nick, who probably didn't even realize I took this.
Very nice. The prose matches nicely with the picture though a city skyline silhouette in back might be more appropriate, but sum things just aren't possible.
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I have to agree, a city skyline in the back would be sweet. It actually would be possible if I tried. I'll have to keep that in mind...
DeleteWas this that one you took at the Browns' house?
ReplyDeleteIt was! Although that was like two months ago, this was the ideal picture for solitude, so I didn't feel like taking another one just like it.
DeleteThat is cheatery.
DeleteWhat did I tell you, Rebekah?
DeleteI knew that was me!
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