Thank goodness (again) for Friday Fictioneers - fostering the insistence and reprieve of manageable creative work when I’m finding it ever so hard to pull away from endless research. I always mean to set aside a little time, or “get to it” at a break – and just write awhile…but days have a way of eluding me. So thank you Rochelle et. al. for the weekly prompt and community that kindly obligates us to create, at least a few paragraphs, 100 words (I borrowed 9 from Doug). A healthy distraction.
The beginning is filled with arrivals/departures, dogfights of fly-bys and paradise islands. Ecstasy and remorse, all seeped in the past and aimed toward a future, took place in realms in-between. Between a rock and hard place, between the cities we called home, between obligations and accidents, here and there, me and you.
In the long middle we developed mistrust and fostered desire. Building on distance with dependencies and betrayals. Which flies faster – a sparrow? Depends which side the wings are on. We flew and we crashed. We survived.
Bringing us to the end, the point at which we always arrive, together.
N Filbert 2013