One of the things that sustained him in his confinement was the light that always shone in the distance.
Nine days out of ten it was in his mind but on that one day he saw it shining brightly his one and only beacon of hope in a world of eternal darkness.
There were moments when he thought that to give up was the only way. The darkness would consume him totally and end the futility of an end somewhere in the distance.
The light was always there on the tenth day, there is hope he thought and breathed again.
Written for: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/12/02/4-december-2015/
Morpethroad 
Dear Michael,
Without hope a person’s soul simply fades away, doesn’t it? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes indeed Rochelle. Have a good day.
Survival story at its best. Nicely done.
Thank you so much. That’s a lovely comment.
Good story, Michael. We all have to survive somehow. We have to find the hope to keep us going. Well done. —- Suzanne
Thank you Suzanne some days for some it’s a great struggle.
A good story, Michael. Well done.
Thank you Sandra, have a good day..
During each sun-cycle, may the sun always shine on your face during the tenth day. And in your mind and heart always.
One can only hope so, hope for you too….
A story of nicely balanced despair and hope.
Thank you so much Liz, appreciate you stopping by..
Some days you just have to come through… there is not really no other way. None.
Yes indeed Bjorn, as tough as that might be.
One foot in front of the other in hopes that you totally get on the other side.
Exactly, thanks for stopping by.
I know this is probably a cliche’ but I can’t help but say it, “Hope springs eternal.” Where would any of us be without hope. Hope keeps us putting one foot in front of the other. This is a wonderful story Michael.
Hope is the last thing to die, as the cliche goes. Without it, what would we do? I hope he escapes his confinement. Good story.
“What’re you in for, kid?” He needs a cellmate.
Interesting take on the prompt. It would be terrible to be locked up in the dark.
Reminds me, strangely, of Z for Zachariah – did you ever read that? First dystopian fiction I ever read, and it hinges on enduring hope and not much else. Really liked this piece.
Many years ago when I was first out teaching that book was in every school because I think for the reason you stated….it does show our age doesn’t it…..thanks for stopping by…..
Oh my this story made me shiver Michael … such a feeling of desperation to be in close confinement in the dark … thank heaven’s for that light every ten days … but one wonders … is this person a hostage?
Hello Georgia, I think he may be more a hostage within himself and of course that only increases the intrigue doesn’t it….
Where was he trapped that the light only shon on the tenth day? What an intriguing story!
Thank you Joseph I appreciate you stopping by…..
A very intriguing story. The light works powerfully as a symbol of hope, and your story shows just how fragile is the connection that holds that hope in place for your character.
Thank you Margaret for stopping by and reading my tale….I very appropriate your comment.
I’m glad the light was there when he needed it! Nicely done, Michael.
Thank you Amy, hope you are doing well and enjoy your weekend.
Great to see your story here, this week, Michael! Powerful imagery and storytelling.
Hello Dawn, thank you for reading my post. It’s nice to drop by from time to time….