Tuesday, 2 June 2015
# Day 4 Write Tribe Festival Of Words
“It’s not that easy you know”
“It should never be, when it is, it’s not the worth”
“But ….it has left me with a pungent feeling that still clings on to my mind leaving me vulnerable at the most awkward moments turning me into an object that can only absorb but can not reflect. It may have been suppressed but nobody can apprehend when it would pop up it’s ugly head taking me into it’s grasp again, uncertainty that’s the most certain character of any mental disorder” she said furrowing her brows displaying her deep concerns about the step he was asking her to take.
“ I understand dear, I totally do, what I was just trying to say is how pestering circumstances may be always remember, there’s a new door out there, waiting to get unlocked bringing in a dash of fresh air” he said holding on to her palm making her feel reassured.
Linking up the Post with Five Sentence Fiction - Fresh and Write Tribe for Day 4 of The Festival Of Words " Idea : Be Human"
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