Silent Wilderness

**Prompt from All_Unwritten**

Prompt 144
*Silent Wilderness*


The blacks and the blues and the grays shadowed each other in her mind. A silent wilderness of despair, shot through the center with a red gash of longing. It used to be a place of such warmth and conviviality for her, but words spoken by others, to others, about others... these had taken the sun away and left the landscape in shadow. She had once loved coming here, but now she seemed to come only at the end of the day as she had been told to do. It is cold and it is lonely, and she waits now only for the springtime and his return.