It’s a gray day today, a December in Chicago day, and my dreams were strange and dark. Not sure if it’s just the current circumstances or if it’s something in the air.
We’ve made it to Friday, somehow, though this weather makes me want to find some covers and curl up.
But that will have to wait.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for the week, I am both awake and not awake and my words are trapped somewhere between.
Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
It’s ten word photo prompt time, also known as #ThursdayTen!
Using the above image as a prompt, write a ten word story. Exactly ten words.
So easy a child could do it!
A precocious child.
Well, maybe not.
Anyway, ready? Here’s mine:
That precise moment, Xyotnlyan realized she left the spaceship uncloaked.
It’s gray, I think. I’m not entirely sure. My arm still hurts, in fact it woke me this morning.
Small price to pay to ward off a deadly virus.
I did some yoga and it seemed to help, and now I’m trying to come to terms with it being December already.
This year was little more than a blur, compressed into a single blob of time. Some moments felt so long, and then others came and went without much notice.
More so than other years, I think, with the pandemic seemingly stretching into eternity, with all the issues with my mom.
So it goes.
And so do I, on this Wednesday. Have a wonderful day.