She did it! She’s been a finalist several times but this week, Day Al-Mohamed, @DayAlMohamed won! Here again is her take on the Pink Floyd lyrics that served as yesterday’s prompt. Hope you enjoy it! And come back next week to see if you can defeat her!

Magda cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, tears leaving wet tracks across her cheeks; he body arching up off the cold of the metal table. Only the leather straps held her down. Panting, covered in sweat, the chill air made her skin ripple with goosebumps.

“So you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain,” he said, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, “You don’t know anything!” The last was said almost as a shriek of frustration that rose in tandem with Magda’s own scream bouncing off sterile walls, a hollow cavernous echo.

Magda could hear the machinery’s humming grow louder as he leaned over her. His breath warm and smelling of apples. She remembered apples, the crisp texture and sharp crunch, and the sweet, sweet juices.
“Tell me! What else is there? Tell me what it looks like,” the formless voice demanded.

His words jarred her, pulled her back into the neverending nightmare. Magda shook her head, wishing for words but all that came forth was a whimper. It was hopeless. She didn’t have the answer. She wished to whatever God still floated in the blackness of space that she did, but no…

No blue skies, or trees, or fish or birds. Just pain and the questions. Always the questions. What did it look like? But Magda didn’t know; she’d never known. Her eyes had been taken from her too many years before.