Welcome! Do come in. It is Wednesday so that means Friday Fictioneers! Our lovely and multi-talented hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has once again selected a thought-provoking image, this time from The Reclining Gentleman. What comes to your mind when you see this image? Do come and participate if you dare! It is loads of fun, the participants are friendly folk and you get to work your writing skills! No? Don’t want to participate? No worries, but you can, if you choose, read some great stories on clicking on the Blue Frog below.
Word Count: 100
Sometimes it feels like it is impossible, it will never come to be. You will never see the light. You feel alone.
Layers. Of clothes. Of snow. Of duties. It is never-ending. It is relentless. At least that is how it feels when you are right in the thick of it.
You plod forward. Doing what needs to be done.
And, then one day, while you’re not really paying attention, the layers start disappearing. You’re lighter. Freer.
Before you know it, you’ve accomplished the seemingly impossible.
You are now standing tall in pride. You did do it.
All by yourself.