A Fortress Defiled by Connie Johnson5/26/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() I need to get air-conditioning in Binky’s room. I am still partially submerged in the nightmare, but an incongruous thought drifts through my mind. I reach for the reality of her voice, struggling out of the deep, malevolent place where the mean dreams live. ![]() I can sense Binky’s sweaty little body snuggled up against me. I am overcome with a primal sense of grief-something precious lost something cherished gone forever. Both have three towers built into the structure, and it is from these battlements that wisps of evil seep out and into the surrounding landscape.Īn overriding sense of foreboding fills my body. I am escaping one, running toward the other. My boots are clumsy on my feet and slow my stride. The heat is sweltering, and sweat runs down my back. Still a pall of malevolence hangs over it. The stone is now brown, and the structure is smaller. This castle has changed size, shape, and color. I look up to see a fearful countenance peering down at me from one of the three turret windows. Fear overwhelms me, and I know someone will not survive if I do not reach the stronghold. The scene switches, and now I am on flat ground. ![]() A cold wind whips my hair around my face. I am escaping, running away, and I travel as fast as the mountain slope allows. A crushed body lies below one of the three turrets. The castle is behind me, a gray stone structure that exudes evil. I am scrabbling, falling down a rocky escarpment scrub pines dot the landscape, and I grab at the rough brush to help break my fall. ![]()
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