"....separate the fiction from the fact...", a voice ran in the background. Had her life been a fiction, a figment of someone else's imagination. She had lost all she had, all she had hoped to have. Never ceasing to self-deprecate her existence until that bright and sunny April morning, when the daffodils had fully blossomed. The view from her little cottage was beautiful. However, that did not remove the constant depression she was under- the constant fear she lived in...until now. Were the seemingly carefree daffodils giving her a fresh ounce of hope? She smiled to herself and lay her head against her chair and thought. Her life flashing in front of her eyes- the banal promises she had made and was forced to keep them, the unrequited love, the tear she had forgotten to drop, the smile she never stopped to fake, the life she had led for others, the life she always day dreamed about....
" Kathy!!! Time to pack up. We are gonna leave in 15 mins", her brother called out.
Her head on the armrest of the chair and legs curled up- it was the end; the hoped end to the life she hadn't hoped for.
3 comments:
the littleest figment from? your imagination right.ok she's gone through some emotional patch.what next what next!
oh how i wish to see smiles!
oh man! dont make me do a follow up- this was conceived on the bus while listening to "Oh My Friend", from "Happy Days". Weird, but the fact of the matter is, after what I told you about the little secret, I don't think I can go on more, can I???
So this girl has to do whatever her brother wants her to do? Sad life.
Exactly how did you write this post while listening to Oh my friend? I dont see a relation...:O
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