She is walking; fast-paced, focused, and fixated on the voice on the phone.
She gives a few instructions, finishes the conversation, and hangs up, still walking. She is oblivious, yet cautious, to the passersby, stores, eateries, and streets. She is in a hurry, has places to go and people to meet. She wears only the best and most comfortable, ensconcing her well-taken-care-of, eat-healthy, work-out-regularly body.
She has built her empire; her perfect family, her prestigious career, and associates. She works hard, sleeps less, and, perhaps, misses more than gains. Once soaring and grand her life was, though, she now cannot help noticing the deteriorations.

“Is it in gradual decay?”

It feels as if the whole thing is crumbling; her energy is not as much into anything, she often stares at the tired old self in a mirror, people around her talk about things that she no longer understands.

“What can I save before it collapses completely? Reputation? Family? Friendship? Faith? Myself?”

She wonders, still walking.


(172 words)

photo prompt copyright Al Forbes

For Sunday Photo Fiction – October 2nd 2016



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