Smoke, Fog and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you

The light hurts as I blink open my eyes. My head spins, but from the stones in front of me, I know I’m lying on my side. Other than that, I can’t see more than an arm’s reach in front. The air is so thick, I can even feel the debris in my throat, I try to cough but my body won’t move.

Feet suddenly flash past my vision, I only notice them as they land inches from my face. I realise now that I can’t hear anything except from the high pitched tone that’s echoing inside my skull. I’m completely blinded by all of my senses. More footsteps rush past my face, I try to shrink back, but again, my body won’t let me.

These people are just running straight past me, they’re not even stopping to check I’m ok…maybe they can’t see me through the dense cloud…or maybe I look dead to them.

I desperately try to move my arms or legs, to signal to them that I’m here, that I’m alive, that I need help.

Nothing.

I’m trapped.

I’m no longer in the cage that held me, but I’m more a prisoner now than I was just a few moments ago.


Prompt taken from Think Written: 365 Creative Writing Prompts

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