Something broke that day Another world beckoned her No going back now In my mind, this is a quasi-companion piece to yesterday's Friday Fictioner's piece. But interpret it as you like. Thanks to Sue for the great prompt for today's Write Photo.
The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So… Continue reading after now