This week’s prompt- Soul
That rejection was humiliating, pulled out my soul, ate all my happiness like a Dementor’s kiss.
It looked like a red signal, the end of my world.
But that was Yellow, the time I got to pull myself together and get ready for the beautiful turns.
It was not a steep drop but a small step downwards that revealed an invisible path to cross the Narnia’s gorge.
It was the kiss of life.