June 22, 2016 by petrujviljoen
I alight from my flight, step through my own door. I departed so long ago. Objects d’art, chairs, chintz, familiar, all mine. I don’t really remember that it is.
Suitcase – just inside the door. I’ll find my room later …
The laptop swung onto the dining table, dust flying. I’ll start where I left off after the, after … well, that is, before the …
I, the spectator, the guest. Effectively silenced. For so long.
Amazed, I watch myself.
Screaming glad I still can sustained grieving shattered glass exploding bleeding hurting laughing life healing wholly being freely searching.
I’ve come full circle. I wrote my first flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers to this photograph. The current fiction is a metaphorical sequel. I’d like to thank Rochelle for her unstinting diligence as hostess. I grew in my writing beyond my expectations and am grateful to have had the opportunity. I probably wouldn’t have turned writer but for Friday Fictioneers! Thank you also to fellow fictioneers for the considerable support given.
Follow the link to Rochelle’s blog, click on the blue frog to read the other writers.