Hello my Readers! Welcome to Friday Fictioneers on a Thursday. Couldn’t get my story onto paper, so to speak yesterday and had to rush off to work. It ended up being a very long day so there was nothing happening in my brain last night, that’s for sure. A little note to ya’all: I’ll be a little slow in reading your fabulous stories as I’m back to working full-time, doing crazy hours. I will do my best till I find a new rhythm!
Before I leave you with my submission, I wish to thank Rochelle for being the best cat-herder ever in keeping this motley crew in line week after week. Thank you to Sandra Crook for a most lovely photo this week. For those of you who would like to join our club, please click on Rochelle’s name for the dos and don’ts. If you are not quite yet ready to add your two cents’ worth but would like to read more stories, please click on the blue frog!
It definitely looked beautiful from the outside. But let’s face it, appearances are not always what they seem. What looked fabulous to the outsider could contain a reality far from fabulous. I needed to change my inner truth. My nerves were beyond frayed at this point. Hopefully not beyond repair. I needed to get away and reclaim myself, find peace. Peace. What the hell was that? I don’t know when I lost it. Did I ever have it? Maybe all this time I had been blind to my truth.
Welcome to our Asylum, Ma’am. We are here to help you.