the sands of time


It is like stepping onto miles of sands. I try to walk, but my feet get caught, and I couldn’t move.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t wanna see anybody. I don’t wanna do anything.

There comes a thick storm cloud. I will be drenched soon. There might be a gust as well.
I’d better hang on.

I dig my feet deep and think that I might have more sand in me.


(75 words)

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

photo prompt provided by Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode



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