echoes thundered

Gentling rubbing throbbing temples provided the illusion of relief without actually carrying through with the promise.  Another futile second and the hands dropped, defeated, and eyes flared open again.  Angry red lines coursed away from pools of deep blue that framed anguished black pupils.  Creases above eyebrows and worry lines appeared in the recently vacated spaces.

Neighbors cast furtive glances, some of concern, some of blame, and some of boredom, and they were all ignored.  There was no time or energy to deal with their intrigue, there was only pain.  Constant.  Intense.  It burrowed further in, disrupting the normal flow of tissues and synapses.  Eyes closed once more for balance but the bursts of light cascading in synchronized waves against eyelids required hands to go fumbling in search of something solid to cling to.

Balance restored, slowly.  Achingly slowly.  The throbbing headache remained.

Dark thoughts, twisted and writhing with mischief, found a way to surface when no others would or could: quick ways to end the suffering, names of those at fault for the current agony and how best to serve a fitting revenge, and the long road to recovery hidden in shadows and chains.  The abused heart lurched haltingly as it became wrapped in despair.  Knees grew weak.  Eyes, still hidden protectively behind their lids, rolled upwards.  Gravity did the rest and cooling air rushed passed falling limbs.

A steadying hand cupped under an elbow kept body from meeting floor, but it was close enough to send puffs of dust dancing around ankles.  “Thank you” was hoarsely whispered as the two bodies untangled.  Red eyes met clear eyes and skittered away quickly, ashamed of their plight, ashamed of their condition in the show of such strength and humanity.  A nod was all that was offered in return, and wobbly legs were left to their own devices as confident steps faded away.  Echoes thundered.

Shaking hands fumbled for car keys, and a parting of the gathered throng created a path to the exit.  Silent stale stares marked progress from desk to door and the emptiness beyond.  A collective sigh of relief, mostly internal for fear of drawing attention, welcomed the departure.  The sickness had left.  Those who remained were certain to be safe, secure, untouched by whatever curse had befallen the inflected.

Outside, trembling from grief and still throbbing temples, faltering steps carried across the parking lot.  Keys worked their magic and the soothing warmth of a molded seat offered what comfort it could.  The engine roared to life on command, confirming that the car was the only thing working properly that miserable morning, and home, across the city, and more specifically the bed, beckoned.  Rest.  Relief.  Recovery.

None of it was to be.  The fates laughed and sent renewed waves of crushing pain.  Cringes, unwanted, unstoppable, while hands clutched the steering wheel, sent the car spinning.  Crunched metal, shattered glass, a quick scream of fear and rending pain, and long darkness began its rule.

Still, the throbbing behind temples continued.

………………

This is my response to the current Finish The Story prompt.  Have you come up with an ending yet?  What are you waiting for?

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39 thoughts on “echoes thundered

      • Unfortunately, I am a migraine sufferer. But it has been several months since my last episode. They run in my family. How about you? Obviously you have them too.

      • I don’t know if I have migraines… I’ve never suffered the noise and light sensitivity that usually go with them. I just get, from time to time, an aching throb in my temples that can be debilitating at times, and can last for several days.
        I once asked my GP about it, and he gave me a prescription for some meds… that I’ve never used. The side effects were scary, not worth the risk.
        I’m sorry to hear that you suffer from migraines. I’m glad you haven’t had one in a couple months and I hope that continues on.

  1. I literally had to lie down after reading this. I felt every single throb. And lest you begin apologizing, I must say “Bravo!” This is quite an evocative piece.

    Being a sufferer of migraines, cluster headaches, and other such nasties, I can relate only too well. As a matter of fact, in my self-portraits I often show my left eye as a gaping hole with some sort of bright, intense light stabbing out of or bursting within it. This is a visual representation of a cluster headache. Take another look at “UnWholly Madonna” and “Welcome to My Evil Flare” for reference.

    • Ah, I had wondered what the missing left-eye represented. That make sense… and, actually, makes those art pieces a bit more powerful for knowing that much more of their back story.
      And, while I am sorry that you felt every throb, thank you for the compliment.

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