Dio inicio de forma desastrosa, lluvia suave, vientos fuertes.
Mejoró con ayuda de un café caliente y un croissant.
Fue magnífico cuando el sol se coló por la ventana y la calidez reclamó su lugar.
Sin embargo, el viento frío no se dejó vencer, tomó fuerza con el tiempo y se coronó al caer la tarde.
Then she woke up in the middle of the night.
Prompt: Get creative, write a ten words story
Photo by Josh Boot is licensed under CC0 1.0
There is so much you do not remember, so many things you used to know, things that now lie hidden somewhere in your memory. Those thoughts, those events are unreachable to you and I think that is the best. I believe you do not need to remember. Those are not things you want to know, I know you enough. We can avoid that, you do not need to feel neither doubt nor misery and I do not need to see you feeling like that.
This space is a small piece of me. It is hidden in plain sight: first I put it in a corner then I turned the lights off. Some days I remember it exists and still nothing happens, words do not come to me…
…Perhaps inspiration has been wiped out from the universe.
Background song: Verano by La Oreja de Van Gogh
Ask a question when you already know the answer.
You are free to stay… or leave.
Prompt: One-Liner Wednesday – Freedom
Photo by Erez Attias is licensed under CC0 1.0