Freshness

I’ve spent a week with her, whiling away time on coffee and endless chatter.

Ans the repetition is appalling. There is not a single story or sentence I’ve not heard before.Is this what a cloistered existence does to people? How do they manage to close all windows?

I come away with a conclusion – the only thing that really matters is constant renewal. Let those new people and new ideas come in – through screens or otherwise. 

It is only a sentient being who is truly alive.

Weekend Writing Prompt #173 – Sentient