An attempt at working both this week’s prompts ‘Torrid’ & ‘The Gamble’ at Writer’s Island - Discovered via Chennai Ramblings. [Do check her blog out, cos she writes beautifully!]

Tried writing in a Fibonacci sequence, but changed my mind mid-way and did a natural number progression instead. It’s slightly abrupt but here goes.

Hallucinations

Moonlight
Porcelain trances
A pulsating orgy
Of dangerously dancing flames
Hot cornets and torrid rhythms
Amid fervent voices chanting in sync
Lurking ominously, shadows stretch long and thin
Eyes dart, perched on a Shea tree, waiting
Too late. Foreboding peaks, you realize it’s a gamble
You can never take, an escape you can never make.

Partially inspired by Roots, one of my most favourite books.