Diana couldn’t raise herself from the floor, she was too light-headed. George didn’t turn to help. He stared into the distance, his fingers, as if attached to someone else, stabbing the piano keys.
She slipped back into mental darkness where all her dreams; those joyful adventures cruising the world; proudly watching their daughter become a doctor, wife, mother- transformed into a toxic dose of disappointment, poisoning her system.
She saw her husband facing her, yet not looking at her; both erect and tensed neither reaching to touch the other or utter a word; both falling slowly, emotionless into an abyss.
(P.S. Remember I said I wanted to see if I have a creative writing cell within me. To do so, I am answering a challenge to write a 100 -word piece that based on picture and adding it to my earlier piece of “self-Plotted2”.
Please tell me what you think of this! Should I have omitted paragraph 2?)
marvalously 
Sorry, I don’t understand it.
Why is Diana on the floor? Is George the husband? …where all her dreams ___ did what?
I like the image of falling emotionlessly into an abyss.
That was part three ; here is the link to part two https://marvalously.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/self-plotted-number-2/
and part one https://marvalously.wordpress.com/2013/01/12/self-plotted-path/
I was trying to use the words in the challenge to do a series
sorry for letting down the abyss
Thanks for the visit and comment.