"Dust to Dust"

And now she lay dying, ready to return to the earth from which she was created. “Dust to dust.”

The rocky ground clawed away at her cheek. Rough crags gnawed at her bare arms. “I will feel pain no longer.”

Frigid air washed over her trembling body, the sun departing along with it’s warming rays. “I will feel cold no longer.”

Silence pressed against her eardrums, her staggering breath the only company. “I will be alone no longer.”

A single tear escaped her lashes. “I am ready to leave this world. I have accomplished all that I can do. Take me.”

Sudden calmness overtook her. Her senses shut out the physical world. Nothingness surrounded her. Weightlessness. Then a light. No warmth yet no cold. Just calm.

 The light enveloped her. She felt no fear. More light. Calm. Joy. Awe.

“At last.”


Written in response to a picture prompt in my writing group. See the original picture prompt here: https://500px.com/photo/170042881/born-on-mars-by-ciro-galluccio

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