Tag: friday fictioneers

The beginning of the end

The day looked perfect. Serene. The clouds seemingly fluffy marshmallows. The water warm and inviting. Pensive. She knew what she had to do. Rip the bandaid. But that is never as easy as it seems. And the day was so perfect. Her day was photoshopped. She wondered how […]

Time for a change is due

She stared at the photograph which was not remarkable in any way. Yet, she was transfixed. She stared and remembered. Memories were stirred and an ache formed in her chest. The photograph was of a lonely street she had walked a few years back when travel was readily […]

A muted sense of joy out of cynacism

A merry-go-round was never her thing. Even on those slow-moving supposed entertainment mechanisms she would feel ill. An odd feeling of unease would overcome het. She felt an odd nostalgia around redundancy and feelings of inadequacy. If she couldn’t handle a carousel, what would happen on a rollercoaster? […]