Apprehension

Not pitch black dark. It is seemingly black with a faint light…a thick, wet veil. A momentary Sedan…sigh of relief. A flicker of light...sunshine? the red glow? the bull-eye? A sword shines, blinding the eyes…or is it the silver line? Cold shiver cuts through the veins…Nerves strong…Eyes sharp…

And then a sudden blow of fresh air; the veil swayed aside…sunshine beckons, a joyful glee…lips part in smile…….

Another blow, just in time…hands tremble, legs stumble, a sudden decision to stop…deep breath…eyes closed; vision cleared; And the veil comes back…right there…thick, wet and heavy! Does the veil play trick?...or is it the eyes? Breathless sky, beating darkness…a loud silence…one throbbing heart. Apprehension.