For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green landscape of rolling hills and an island in a bay. In the foreground, pastel-painted buildings and a tall clock tower are surrounded by summer trees.
It was so clear in her mind, this place where she was free of the shackles confining her.
She yearned to climb the tower holding majesty over the bay, set foot on the small island of lush green surrounded by the palest blue water. She could almost hear the wind rustling the leaves in the trees and the call of the first spring cuckoo echoed in her ears.
The hazy horizon was a host of greens and shadows, tentative fingers reaching up to the sky to caress the clouds or touch the stars. How she wanted to belong in this fantasy.
This image was only in her dreams, and she knew when she awakened, she would be back in the present, her mind active but her body an immobile shell.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Write Photo challenge.