On first awakening, there’s often a brief hiatus as the jigsaw of her life prepares to fall into place.
This default state can be a haven of peace; more frequently an ocean of despair.
Whichever, it’s inevitably short-lived.
Very quickly the old grey matter grinds into gear, evaluating what is good and what is not, informing her moods and emotions for the day, scheduling her actions.
Today she rises and starts packing a bag.
This is a window of opportunity; it must be seized without delay.
By the time he realises he shouldn’t have gone, she will be…
Just when you think the Covid situation might get a little better… it gets a whole lot worse. We can do this. It’s just that we’re totally fed up with doing it. Thanks for the light relief afforded by Friday Fictioneers each week under Rochelle’s leadership. And a Merry Christmas to all! 🙂