Friday Fictioneers, August 31, 2012
Toronto
How well I remember the day, injured, sharp pain in every step, alone and far, hoping for once the rain might hold. That solid, turbulent sky. Street smells of rot and iron, bodies and fuels. All muffled for me in the reasons – what sense and thinking does – that thick overlay of shiftings and emotion.
It was here, right here, looking up for bearings, that I knew all was doubtful. Doubtful I’d find my way, doubtful my body would hold up, doubtful anyone would wait or notice. Particularly not the distant.
Of course I knew what to do.
And what about the rain?
N Filbert 2012
Polysemic Stupor 
Toronto rocks.
i’d love to see it one day!
Pretty good city. Not as glitzy as some, but there’s a lake (although hard to get to), some great restaurants, and a great music scene. Come visit!
my wife was out there very briefly recently and enjoyed it. i’m partial to NON-glitz so it sounds delightful! and if it sports clouds like this on a regular basis – i’m all for it! Thanks
A lot of turmoil going on inside the character. Left me wanting to know more…not necessarily about Toronto but about him.
I feel there is more to this story/journey….
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Thank you so much!
When one falls into nature’s rhythm, one is never truly lost. 🙂