“Join me to start a new initiative – social, creative or commercial”, I said. “It’s the closest friendship I can think of.”
They give me blank looks.
“You’re busy in a lockdown?” I hear amused remarks.
I stay away, not wanting to be a part of the idlers’ club.
I’m politely labelled unsocial, and treated as if I’m anti-social.
“You’re not counted in the close circle. Nobody likes you,” hisses my venomous mother.
Actually, nobody understands me. Is it fear or envy?
Some day, I’ll write my story with stars on the sands. I’m already visualising my Ted Talk.
August 19: Flash Fiction Challenge
Creative Experiments and More 
A TED talk is a great ambition.
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If you aim for a gown, you get a sleeve 🙂
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That’s probably right. Or a hem.
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Thank you!
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I love how the narrator reframed her mother’s toxic response to “Actually, nobody understands me. Is it fear or envy?” She’s determined and sticking to her inner vision not complying with others.
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Thank you, Charli!
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son said you did not make me self aware
did you not care
and i in turn asked
what difference would it and did it make?
none
not one damn scintilla bebbe doll honey lamb
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