I’m not in hiding.
There are doors to the left, one of which will take me to the past. There is a road on the right, which goes straight ahead to freedom and bliss.
The choice seems obvious. But what are these currents passing through, highlighting alphabets from a script? It feels as if the past beckons me – there is a story hidden somewhere.
Am I the only person left alive on this desolate street?
Why have I been spared by the killers?
Am I destined to be the key – to a not-so-distant past?
The future can wait.
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Sadje took the words right out of my mouth. This feels like the opening of a wonderful dystopian novel… I’m hooked!
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Thank you, Chris!
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Interesting and beautiful take
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Thank you!
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Very evocative
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Thank you, Jude!
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My pleasure
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now and how
pain is the operative
and to kill it
is in blood
and not possible
til another day
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Thought-provoking words. Sounds like life to me.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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Intriguing story Reena. Thanks for giving us something to think about.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😇
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