Quietly she escaped , over the weekends .
To a place unknown.
Far from the maddening rush that seemed to shout “it’s weekend again” .
But she wasn’t convinced.
For her interests varied from those of her colleagues busy comparing the prices of the latest brands.
If questioned , she replied nothing except a faint smile which read “you won’t understand” .
Leaning her bicycle against the majestic wall she readied herself for the day .
Making herself comfortable on the stairs that opened up doors for a complete new world traversing till horizons inviting creative minds to weave tales , that speaks enough though in silence .
Pic : Friday Fictioneers .