I waved my black flag in the night trying to wave away the shadows
that dragged me down, but they just saw the it as a white flag of surrender. The
amorphous forms around me were barely visible in the dusk light. The shadows
started to blur together in their ritual of capture, and I felt as if I were
spinning with them. As my final act of resistance, I propelled the
specially-designed flag towards the spinning circle of darkness. The flag
passed through the shadows, and, like my fate, drifted away with the wind.
The shadow prison.
The cool, refreshing air surrounded my face, nipping me like
a tadpole. I looked up and saw a vibrant red mosaic of leaves. Tiny pieces had
been chipped off of the mosaic, revealing the blue background underneath. The
same breeze that refreshed me continued to dismantle to mosaic, removing the
top layer one piece at a time. It had been a month after I was freed from the
shadow prison, and I still couldn’t feel pain. As one leaf drifted off the
branch holding it up, a small patch of black filled in the space behind it. The
black spread, filling in more and more of the previously blue spaces. I
realized it was a black object drifting in the wind. I smiled as I realized my
black flag had come back.
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