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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Yellow (11/12/09)

TITLE: An Escape
By nicole wian
11/16/09


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The blue drapes, thick, hung militantly across the window, a strict block to any sunlight. But today the sun was too bright to be warded off and demanded entrance. Henry walked in, shook his head, and pulled open the curtains, letting the yellow light attack. Ellie shielded her eyes immediately and then rolled over to cover her face in her pillow.

“It’s daytime, Ellie, and you’ve got it feeling like midnight,” Henry said in defense of his action and when Ellie said nothing, he left.

Not able to shut the light out, Ellie finally forced herself to rise from bed, which she did not do often these days. She had been holed up in her room for probably weeks at this point, but after what had happened, she was not ready to face the rest of her life. Shielding her eyes, which were not yet adjusted, from the bright light, she walked across the room and found her tattered, blue robe, which should have long been tossed, but which she now wrapped herself in, gaining a bit of comfort. Their room had taken on a hospital look, she realized, as she forced her eyes to look around. She studied her haven, noting that everything was clean, and uncluttered, not even the sun exposing any dust or disorder. Was their housekeeper still coming?

The room was done in hues of blue, bubble covered area rugs, ocean blue sheets and bedspread, even the antique white dresser accented with china blue flowers. The spectrum of blues, Ellie thought, so wide, the hues engulfing so much emotion, so many layers of the truth of her sadness.

But the brightness of the yellow the sun now produced in this for so long dark room, much more straight forward. Light has more weight than darkness, Ellie thought, knowing she’d heard it before. Happy golden rays struck lines across her carpet and pulled, she walked toward the light to test its warmth. Feeling its sudden and powerful comfort, blanketing her, she laid on the floor beneath the giant window in their room, like a cat in its glory. A healing effect seemed to slowly travel her body in a lazy manner, unrushed, the sun shunning the idea that later it would set, knowing elsewhere it would rise.

Tears formed but evaporated before falling, this feeling somehow less complex than anything yet. Ellie thought back to her last day at work, the flowers, canary yellow, brought to her to comfort her in her pain, alive, spring tulips, and how she’d wanted even them to die. Death in its blueness had consumed her, its weight powerful, bruising.

She knew she need the boldness of this heat, this yellow, to rescue and revive her from the sea of despair she was drowning in. She felt like so long ago, she’d crawled into a tunnel to hide but then had found that the opening had closed up, found herself trapped.

Was she now being given an escape? Was it open now, the bright and yellow light at the end, a hand held out, her only job to stay fixed on it, moving forward, not looking back? Could she today, in agreement, rise also?


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Joy Faire Stewart11/21/09
Excellent descriptions and the writing captures the darkness of depression very well. I like the glimmer of hope at the end.
Carol Penhorwood 01/11/10
So very well done...as one who has known that darkness of despair! Congratulations on placing in your level and making the top 40! Have you seen the Writing Challenge Forums? Great job!
Carol Penhorwood 01/11/10
Still congratulating you on "Eagles Eye" which was wonderful!